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Spirit Fingers: LR: Redhead Daytime Pull

2006-06-13T13:56:00.000+02:00

After focusing on nighttime for a while, I’ve recently rediscovered daytime in a big way. Yesterday I laid a redhead with a nice little body same-day, my first daytime lay with no day2. Following in my tradition of writing up a report every time I make a breakthrough in my game, here’s my LR from yesterday for your enjoyment.

Keys to the lay:

1. Opening naturally with a situational opener
2. Following the opener with a well calibrated “neg”
3. Quality spontaneous conversation interspersed with teasing, cold reads and reframes
4. Well calibrated kino
5. Not bailing out by taking a number — insta-dating and pushing the interaction as far as it would go
6. Multiple venue insta-date, good management of logistics
7. Strong extraction move
8. Using Woodhaven’s LMR technique combined with simply ignoring her and physically escalating to overcome LMRInitial Approach:

Recently, I’ve been doing a good amount of daytime sarging (3-4 days a week). I’d been concentrating on nighttime for a while, so I thought it’d take me a while to get back into it. I got back into it pretty fast — after getting blown out of 30-35 sets with only a few crappy numbers to show for it, I was starting to get insta-dates and much more solid numbers.

It’s a beautful day out, and I was sarging solo and concentrating on lonewolfs. I’d opened 3 or 4 girls outdoors, nothing doing, so I decided to head inside Newbury comics, an artsy-emo type record store.

It’s a cool place — they have a lot of independent artists that you won’t find in a more corporate record store. I spot this redhead with purple sunglasses on, tight jeans, killer body. I’ve got this thing for redheads, so I approach right away.

A technique I’ve tried lately for opening is going in without knowing what you’re going to open with — just approaching the girl and letting something come out of your mouth. It’s been working fairly well — usually the verbal content of my openers is so-so, but the spontaneity of the approach makes it work much better.

I open her “Hey…do you know if they have any Sage Francis here?” She looks at me like I’m retarded. “Who?” “He’s an underground rapper. I thought you’d know, you kind of have the Newbury comics look.” This makes her laugh.

The Newbury comics look thing is a neg that I’ve been experimenting with lately, if that’s the word for it. For some reason I find that it opens girls up if you tell them that they have the look of whatever place you’re in. Like whenever they say something that kind of supports it say “Yeah I can tell…you’ve got the hip-hop club look, I can tell you’re really ghetto, like 50 cent (when she’s obviously not)” — or “Yeah I can tell, you totally look like someone who goes to candy stores all the time” It works best in eccentric kind of places, where it’s kind of an odd backhanded compliment.

Anyways, she starts to open up. She asks why she has the Newbury comics look, I tell her because she’s wearing a purple shirt and purple sunglasses. She laughs again, and I tease her about wearing sunglasses inside for a little bit. She’s like well, it helps me maintain my mysterious aura (keeping the vibe going). I say, yeah, you look pretty mysterious, I bet you’re a secret agent from….Lithuania (just saying a random country).

I get lukcy here, she’s like OH MY GOD HOW DID YOU KNOW I’M LITHUANIAN? I say, oh, I’ve got the full briefing on you. Apparently, you’re a very dangerous girl. I’m not going to lie, I’m kind of scared (taking a step away, she giggles). I keep going with it: Yeah, it’s OK though, you can be my bodyguard, if anyone messes with me you can kick their ass…I keep going like this for a little while, with a little incidental kino at high points. I do some small rapport and light screening, we’re standing there for about ten minutes talking.

I ask her what she’s doing now. She says “Well, I’m on a mission…and it involves lots of shopping…and ice cream at some point.” I say “Well, I’m on a similar mission…I think we should join forces (yes, I actually said this. It’s nerdy, but it flowed well from the vibe of the conversation). She’s like good idea, and we leave the store together.

The key here was going for the insta-date. It’s my policy now to always push pickups to the farthest point before taking a number unless there’s something else I have to be doing soon. Looking back, there’s a lot of times where I could have gotten laid but I took a crappy phone number instead. Like someone on ASF said once, phone numbers aren’t a goal, they’re a last resort for when logistics don’t work out.

Insta-date:

I decide to get ice cream first, and ask her what’s a good place around here. She points me to a place across the street. She’s leading, but I frame it as her giving me compliance: “This is awesome, you’re going to be like my guide to (the shopping district we were in) and show me all the cool stuff.” This frames it like she’s doing something for me for free.

We get ice cream, and get a corner booth. By this time, I realize that all my active value building is done. I have enough value to fuck this girl right now — I just need attainability and compliance, which is like 70% of the game. I ease off the teasing, and start doing things to make myself more attainable and to get her to work for me.

Attainability: This is all happening so fast, it’s essential that she feels qualified. I tell her that this is awesome, I haven’t had ice cream like this in a long time, and I feel like I’m a kid again. This shows that I’m having a good time with her, which is good coming from a place of higher value. When she gets on a negative thread about how Boston people suck, I cut her thread by qualifying her on how friendly and outgoing she is. I also say “Aww, you laugh a lot, that’s so cute.” Basically, vibing with everything I’ve got that I’m genuinely interested in her. I’m also using future adventures projection heavily, saying stuff like “Alright, we gotta do some crazy stuff together…we should go skydiving, and go to one of those places where they have someone videotape your face as you’re falling…and you’d be all scared, but it’d be funny, and then we could get drunk together afterwards and watch it over and over…”

Compliance: I run my usual screening game on her. She qualifies herself for everything, except she says that she never cooks, and mostly eats yogurt and nutri-grain bars. I playfully punish her — “Oh no, that’s terrible…I wanted to marry you and live in a house with a white picket fence and 2.5 kids, but now that’s never going to happen. She gets on a bad, negative thread about how she just got divorced — I let it go on for a little too long before I cut it. No major damage done though, and we’re soon having fun again.

We finish our ice cream, and bounce to the stores outside. We hit up a few stores, and eventually wander into the mall nearby. We go into a makeup store, and I’m say “OK…I’m giving you a makeover. You can trust me, I’m a professional makeup artist.”

She rolls her eyes, but I go to work. I pick out a clown shade of red lipstick, and smear it haphazardly on the general area of her lips. I finish, and I’m like “Wow…you look amazing.” She looks at what I’ve done in the mirror, and she’s like “Oh my god!” and she hits me. As she’s wiping it off, I say, that’s terrible, you looked so beautiful, it matched your hair and everything.

Next, we hit up the book store. She goes straight to the astrology section because she’s into that weird shit. I get one of those “365 sex positions” books, and we look through it. Sometimes I wonder if the people who write these kinds of sex books have ever actually had sex. We laugh at the ridiculous yoga positions, and sit next to each other on the floor reading and talking.

We start talking about drugs, and I tell her that I used to smoke weed a lot, but I haven’t in a long time. She’s like, yeah, I’ve only smoked weed once…I’ve got some coke at my house though. I’m not surprised, she seemed like a party girl. So of course I say “Cool. Want to do it with me?” I didn’t have any intention of actually doing it, I just did it for extraction purposes.

Now I’m totally not into drugs, but they make such a solid extraction move. Seriously. Every time I try a complex artsy-fartsy “want to see my gerbil’s fingerpaintings” it doesn’t work, but a simple “wanna blaze” is infallible. I think it has to do with being congruent to my personality. I’m a party guy, so non-party extraction moves seem contrived. Where else, alcohol and drug extractions seem natural, even though I really don’t drink or smoke that much. It’s just because I *seem* like the kind of person who drinks and smokes a lot. Go figure.

She says sure — she just has to get a few more books, and then go grocery shopping. I’m like, cool, and I tell her I’ll be right back. I tell her to hold my bags while I’m gone (compliance). I run through the mall, and to a nearby convenience store where I pick up some condoms, then run back.

She gets her books, and we walk to the grocery store together. This was one of those moves which was theoretically bad, but logistically necessary. Me tagging along to go grocery shopping with her was big negative compliance, but it was necessary. Otherwise, she probably would have just left. While I’m in the store, I try to offset the negative compliance as much as possible by having her still hold my bags, and by taking a few phone calls.

We check out, and then go to leave. She has a bunch of heavy grocery bags and is still carrying my bags. This is verging on being a dick, so I take my bags back. Suddenly, she realizes she’s lost her wallet. She goes through all her bags and it’s not there, she starts freaking out. Finally, she goes to the lost and found, and finds it.

She gets on the negative topic of losing stuff and how people will steal things, and it takes a few thread cuts before I can get her off it. We walk to the subway, and hop on the train to her house.

In the subway station, she asks out of the blue “what’s your number,” then says that she’s big into text messaging. I tell her that’s good, and I expect her to send me at least 45 text messages a day. This establishes attainability, because I’m implying that I want to see her again after today. It also builds compliance, because she’s doing something for me. We text each other on the train while sitting right next to each other until we go underground, at which point we’re forced to resort to actual talking.

Isolation, LMR and Lay:

We get to her house, and drop off her groceries. I ask if she has anything to drink. She says no, but she can run out and get something. We run down to the liquor store and she decides to pick up a decent quality champagne. She pays for it (compliance).

We get back to her place, and pop open the champagne. She pulls out a ziplock bag with a smidgeon of white powder in one corner, which is presumably her coke. I tell her that I’m not in the mood, and I’d rather just drink. She puts in away, and says “maybe another time.” Haa — maybe not.

I pop in one of her CDs, and sit next to her on the couch. I ask her “So…what’s your story?” which is a great question for building rapport. It basically asks the person to tell you whatever it is they think you need to know in order to really know who they are. She tells me some stories about her life, some funny, some sad. I listen, building attainability and compliance.

She puts in a Snoop Dogg CD, and starts rapping along with him. It’s entertaining to see this little redhead girl saying that she’s the motherfuckin’ D-O-G-G for a little while, but it’s stalling the sarge out and disrupting the continuous flow of action. I let her finish the song, then tell her I’m tired, and that we should go to bed. She kills the radio and the lights, and we crash.

We keep talking for a little while after she turns off the lights, then I roll on top of her. I put my face about an inch from her’s. She says “Um…I don’t know if you want to be doing this…” I say “Yeah, I probably shouldn’t be doing this” and then I start making out with her.

I keep physically escalating, with sporadic LMR along the same lines of how I shouldn’t be involved with her. I either say “Yeah…I probably shouldn’t” and keep escalating, or I just ignore her, and make out with her so that she can’t talk. After like the fourth time she says it, I’m worried she might have AIDS or something, so I ask “Why shouldn’t I be involved with you?”

She goes on about how she just got divorced but it’s not legally binding yet, and how she’s in love with this other dude, and a bunch of other shit I didn’t listen to. After a while I realize there’s no AIDS, so I go back to my refrain “Yeah…that sounds bad…I definitely don’t want to get involved with you…” and then I make out with her more.

I keep taking off her clothes, LMR is weaker from here on. Then I obliterate it by eating her out. As is my policy for first-timers, I give her an orgasm by eating her out before I fuck her. This is because the first time having sex the girl is not comfortable with you yet, and is not fully immersed in the experience. A clitoral orgasm allows her some release and allows her to let go of her conscious thoughts and worries, preparing her for when you fuck her. This makes the sex much better.

Like almost all new girls, she takes forever to cum. I persist and experiment with a variety of strokes, until she starts to get really turned on. Then, I start applying more pressure with my tongue and push her over the edge. Immediately after she cums in my mouth, I lie on top of her and give her a kiss, allowing her to taste her own pussy. She’s lovin’ it.

I get a condom and strap up, then enter her. I fuck her for a good amount of time, until we’re both dripping sweat. She’s able to cum multiple times, which is unusual for a new girl no matter how well they’re fucked. I’m guessing this is because she’s a party girl, and she’s used to new sexual partners. This was the best sex I’ve had with a first-time girl, although it can’t compare to sex with my baby because I have such strong emotions for her.

Afterwards, I hold her and she falls asleep in my arms, which is excellent for converting newly laid girls into MLTRs. I’m not sure if I want to yet, because I suspect she does a lot of coke and I don’t want to be around that. But I did it anyways on principle, just to play solid game to the end.

I have to wake up early that morning for a doctor’s appointment. She’s still sleeping. I get dressed and grab my bags. I give her a kiss on the forehead and she gives me a little sleepy smile, and I head out the door.

Again, the keys:

1. Opening naturally with a situational opener
2. Following the opener with a well calibrated “neg”
3. Quality spontaneous conversation interspersed with teasing, cold reads and reframes
4. Well calibrated kino
5. Not bailing out by taking a number — insta-dating and pushing the interaction as far as it would go
6. Multiple venue insta-date, good management of logistics
7. Strong extraction move
8. Using Woodhaven’s LMR technique combined with simply ignoring her and physically escalating to overcome LMR

as seen on Sex Revolution

Dimitri: Lo-Tech Solutions for Smart People

2006-02-11T13:09:00.000+01:00

Introduction: Aspirations to be a "Player"

"So many men try to go out and prove they're 'players' now, not nerds any more.

"They don't realize that by going out and socializing, nobody's wondering if they're a nerd. They're wondering if they're a player... or something better."

-Vincent "Woodhaven" DiCarlo

Many men who were unpopular during their school years don't want to be seen as nerds any more. They want to be "players". The problem is, players aren't what women want to be with. They want to be with legitimate, genuinely cool people - who aren't exerting every ounce of energy into being cool people.

Two examples of this - Zeus in Washington, D.C. and Ace of Hearts in Tokyo. You've likely never heard of either of these guys, even though they're two of the best in the "seduction community". It's because they're too busy living play-it-the-bone awesome lives to get caught up in trying to play.

I've had the pleasure and blessing to spend time with some of the greatest people in this entire world, including master pickup artists. And you know what? We don't talk about pickup more than 5% of the time. Zeus and I talked about tea and travel last we got to talk. The first time I met Ace of Hearts, he and I talked about beer, comedy, and cards.

These guys are both top-notch players. They get women, both in quantity and quality. But they don't think of themselves as players.

Woodhaven's hierachy goes something like this:

Nerd
Average guy
Player
Ex-player
Genuine guy

By being out in a social place, meeting people and making connections, NO ONE is wondering "Is this guy a nerd?" They're trying to figure out "Is this guy a player... or something more?" By doing playerish things, you're actually communicating you're the one of the lower ranks on the social rungs. Men who were "players when they were younger but grew out of it" are more widely liked and respected then men trying to play. And the most widely respected of all is the man who never tries to be cool, the one who transcends the "game" so to speak.

LO-TECH SOLUTIONS FOR SMART PEOPLE

"If you can get the same results with a simpler system, it means it's better technology."

-FB, 1/15/06, New York City

And so Lo-Tech was born. The desire and necessity for simple, easy-to-apply social solutions had not been made clear to me until a student in New York City had impressed this upon me. If you can get the same results in an easier, simple system - It's better technology.

"For me, there's no choice... I want to get results without complicated stuff."

-J, 1/30/06, Boston

Some of the most powerful and mesmerizing "pickup techniques" are deathly simple. Profoundly so.

Until the last two years, these techniques had largely been looked down in the seduction community. The reason is that prior to 2004, the community had been largely populated by guys who were striving not to be nerds.

Occasionally a "natural" would show up. Someone like Steve "Toecutter" Celeste. And he'd share simple, practical, highly effective things on how to get women, backed up by solid intellectual debate. People like Steve would make an impact but as they began to post less, they'd be forgotten. They didn't attract cultlike followings like many people espousing very complicated formulae.

This began to shift over two major events. The first was a series of scandals, lawsuits, and patterns of forgery being exposed in a couple of the west coast schools of seduction. It left people disenchanted and looking for something else. Some more wholistic schools were then embraced, including Natural Game which I was proud to be a part of, and other steps forward like the direct movement.

So what is Lo-Tech?

It's simple technology that's easy to understand, not glamorous on paper, and achives massive successful results out in the social arena.

HIGH-TECH'S PLACE IN THE WORLD

High-tech solutions are not only useful but necessary as well. Before I teach a single lo-tech solution, I begin by outling attraction in a scientific way. Here's the Cliff Notes:

Attraction is a result of a combination of "VAC" -

Value + Attainability + Compliance

Value: Value is value for a person's life. There is something that a person wants in an item that makes it valuable to them. In the case of an automobile, it'd be valuable as transportation, for its comfort, and also for its show of status. Sometimes value is consciously recognized, sometimes it fills a subconscious need.

Attainability: Attainability is the belief, conscious or subconscious, that you can have something. When I speak to a room of 30+ people, I get the pleasure to do something a little bit nefarious. I ask, "Who in this room has ever been seriously attracted to the idea of owning a yacht?" Usually 2-3 people will raise their hands. I get to then put them on the spot and make them blush with, "And all of you make a pretty good income, don't you?" Sheepish nods all around.

People will not become attracted to something they can't have. It's a defense mechanism. They might appreciate it or enjoy it, but they won't pine after it the way they would something they can have. While a yacht would have value for almost any man - It represents power, freedom, luxury, and fun, as well as opening up a whole set of possible adventures - Only men that have at least an outside shot of owning a yacht will become seriously attracted to the idea.

Compliance: Formerly termed "work" or "effort" in early renditions of the VAC Model of Attraction, compliance goes beyond that. It includes active work or effort put into an ordeal, but also includes accepting things that you don't necessarily like to the end of having something.

Compliance is ruled by the Cost-Worth Conception. This says that people will attribute the worth of something to how much is charged for it. While arguably a flawed way of thinking, it goes a long way to explaining human behavior. The example I use to illustrate this when instructing is a game at a carnival or an amusement park. It'll cost you $5 to $10 to win a small, stuffed tiger from a game at a carnival, as well as some luck and skill. And after you do, how thrilled will you be? You'll likely smile and put it on a shelf as a trophy.

What if that stuffed tiger had been given away for free on the street as a promotion for Frosted Flakes? Would you have taken it? Likely not. If it was forced upon you, you might've thrown it away immediately in the nearest trash can.

VALUE - WHERE IT ALL STARTS

"Prior to the workshop, I understood the concept [that I already had value] intellectually, but that didn't make it true for ME. The fact is, in my reality, I saw myself as a below-average looking guy of low value and the goal was to somehow obscure that fact from women via the use of techniques. The idea of having to actually let it be known I'm attainable so as to not intimidate girls never entered my mind."

-"The Parametric Epiphany", Parametric

"I'm calling this "The Parametric Epiphany." Nice ring to it eh? Sounds like the title of a life changing event.

"I had the privilege of being in the room and seeing Parametric's reaction to Seb and Vin's correction of this false and limiting belief. Even cooler, I observed firsthand his comfort and smoothness while chatting up that hottie latina (she was quite a looker with a megawatt smile). It definitely *wasn't* the vibe of someone who's wondering meekly "Does this girl like me?" but of a cool and confident guy."

-Zodiac

While many techniques in seduction at-large focus on the building of value, rarely if ever has value been codified and explained. Here is how we do it:

Value: In regards to meeting new women, value comes down to "value for her life". That is, something could be valuable in general but not specifically to her - In which case, it is not value for her life, and you don't have value for her.

VALUE IS ALL ABOUT PERCEPTION. An internally confident person who has a nervous tick may not appear to confident. Likewise, if you're very nervous but have all the nonverbal communication of a confident person, people will believe you to be confident.

The two kinds of value we focus on are:

Universal Value: These are characteristics that would be attractive to some degree to all* women, and not unattractive to any. These include confidence, charisma, leadership, health, and ambition. There's theoretically an infinite number of universally valuable traits, but if you're aware of the major ones then you'll cover the minor ones.

Specific Value: These are traits that would turn some women on, but others off. Two examples on opposite ends of the spectrum: A "dangerous" guy would be attractive to certain kinds of women, usually younger women who are slightly bored or rebellious. At the same time, danger would be a turnoff to most women looking to put together a stable household and settle down and have children. On the other hand, a man with lots of stability who is risk-adverse might be a turn-off to younger party girls, but would appeal more to women looking for a stable father type.

The answer is to develop (or at least develop the appearance) of as much universal value as possible. Since confidence is universally valuable, you want to sit and stand like a confident person (body language). You want to move like a confident person (appear unrushed, fluidity in motion), speak like a confident person (legatto tonality, pauses for emphasis), and make eye contact like a confident person (bridge of the nose, look "through" the other person so your perepheral vision kicks in).

All those little techniques listed in parenthesis will make you appear more confident. And perhaps the best part of all is - After you practice them enough, they become subconscious and you do them automatically. Combined with improved thought patterns (especially Focus) you actually become a more confident person.

"Have you ever noticed that there's something strange about a lot of sargers [sarge: verb, 'to attempt to pick up women']? It's as if you look at a guy, and you can just TELL that something is missing. And some of these guys even do amazing in the field. They get great reactions most of the time... but, at the same time, they NEVER seem to have a girlfriend.

Most of the guys I know are like this. And there are a few reasons why: First, it goes back to one of my cardinal rules: The best way to sarge is to have something BETTER to do than to sarge."

-Neil "Style" Strauss, Introduction to "Are you becoming a Social Robot?

Style says it well: Universal Value isn't just your precise communication skills. It's all the skills you have. One type of UV is Health: Learning "pickup" won't improve your health, but health is universally valuable.

That's scary to some people who don't want to be healthy. I understand that. And the fact is, you can get away with being poorly dressed and unhealthy if you have enough in the way of other universal and specific value. But, by making simple changes like consuming less simple carbohydrates in favor of complex carbs (switch from white to wheat breads, cut down on soda and pastries and sugar), drinking more water, and eating less deep-fried food, you'll have more energy, a better complexion, and a better physique. This does improve your "game", just like more confidence does.

The reason why? Health is universally valuable. Just like confident, charisma, humor, quick wit, leadership, decisiveness, indifference to arbitrary social norms, emotional steadfastness, intelligence, culture, worldliness, creativity, desire to reproduce, popularity, self-esteem, grooming, survival instincts, quick reflexes, and ambition. Composite traits are conditions that exist that indicate some of this universal value. "Good body language" is universally valuable, because it shows the appearance of health, confidence, and self-esteem. Power is generally the result of ambition, leadership, and decisiveness (among other things).

When Vincent and I wrote the most complete list of universal value that we could over the course of two weeks, we found that roughly half of the traits on the list can be improved through learning "pickup" and seduction skills. The other half, things like creativity, ambition, health, quick reflexes, and so on can be improved, but are done so outside of pickup contexts. Things like martial arts (or any combat sport), nutrition, travelling, and learning about art make you more valuable as a person as well.

You want as much Universal Value as you can get. It'll make you into a better, more productive, happier person - that gets better social results as well.

Specifically Valuable Traits are things that would turn one woman on, but another woman off. The trade-off is well-worth it if you cultivate the right traits - The kind of women you like will be very interested in you, the kinds of women you don't like will be less interested.

If you don't know what you want, or you want variety, then you should stick to universal value (which everyone should maximize). If you do have a strong preference, then we're talking. If you have a strong preference for a type of woman, you can cultivate traits about yourself that lend to your getting that type of woman.

Sometimes this is "like gets like". Hippy girls like hippy guys. Punker girls like punk guys. And so on through most countercultures. On the flip side, sometimes it's an opposites thing. Submissive women like dominant men.

You can also see cultural patterns. Women like different things in Barcelona than they do in Chengdu. London and Krakow are quite different. So is Mazatlan and New York City. So if you like certain ethnicities of women, speak to someone knowledgeable about the culture who has solid social skills, or talk to a type of man that's very interested in variety, who will often understand that a girl from Trinidad will react to different specifically valuable traits than a girl from Seoul.

THE POWER OF FOCUS

You may have noticed something in common with all men who get lots of women from nightclubs.

It's not that they're all good looking.

It's not that they're all wealthy.

It's not that they're all mean, or nice, or any specific behavior pattern.

They say different things.

They do different things.

But they've all got one thing in common.

"My girls would be in VIP and I'd go down to the floor and if a guy was just having fun and wasn't trying to holler, I'd let him go up and let my girls see if they liked him."

-Dan "Spirit Fingers" R.'s girlfriend, Club Promoter and Bartender

Focus is quintessential Lo-Tech. Focus is a concept that's so simple on the surface that two years ago, it would have been shunned by socially awkward people. In the last two years, there's been an evolution in this area of social science. The TNG movement combined with the publication of The Game has more cool people than ever in the seduction community, and they're demanding technique that works - especially if it should be obvious.

The fact of the matter is, cool guys who get women go out and do two things better than everyone else -

1) They have fun.
2) They socialize.

The first two focuses we prescribe are none other than Have Fun and Be Social.

The reason why -

Have you ever been driving your car, had the radio on, and been either eating or talking on your cell phone? Humans have this amazing ability to multitask, and many people continually are surprised at what people can do with the "back of our minds". After you learn concepts like Universal Value and Situational Relevance (which is simply choosing things appropriate for the current moment in conversation, including "opening") then it's time to work on those skills.

The problem becomes when your primary focus is to "do sets" or "do approaches". The reason is you'll run into the problem that every pickup artist, from Razorjack to Craig to Tyler to Woodhaven to everyone else has sworn is social suicide - The "Hunter Vibe".

It's when you look around a club for a "hot babe" to approach, ignoring everyone else around you. Or sit on the wall and get drunk if there aren't any hot enough girls there, jumping into action if any walk in the door.

The problem with this is that these behaviors are indicative of "low value" (the lack of, and/or opposite of universally valuable traits). These scream "player".

Cool people are cool because they're always having fun and socializing with everyone around them. So the first question you should always ask yourself is this - "Am I having fun?" If you are not, begin having fun before moving on to the next step. If you like to drink, it's okay to have a drink or two. If you like to dance, go dance. If you like to shoot pool, have a game of 8-Ball before you go do your "approaches" if you like.

If you aren't having fun and don't have any immediate solution you know will make you have fun, start doing crazy, playful things. 75% of the early part of archive is just me doing silly stuff and laying girls. I'd "open" by taking off a girl's shades and putting them on, swatting her with my umbrella, or throwing a piece of ice at her. These aren't good technique per se - but they can jump start the fun you're having.

One fun exercise we do on workshop now, that you can try with your friends, wingmen, or local lair - Have everyone write one decent opener down that they invented, and throw it in a hat. Everyone draws from the hat and uses it at least once or twice that night.

We had a student use one such opener, that was really just crazy and ridiculous. He walked up to two girls at the bar, waved his arms around, and yelled, "It's SAUSAGE TIME!!!!"

Did it open?

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Yes.

More importantly, it got him having fun. The fact of the matter is: People avoid people that are miserable in bars and nightclubs. People want to meet others who are having a great time and being social.

As for socializing - You MUST talk to everyone. Cool guys, uncool guys, cute girls, ugly girls. Young and old. Fashionable and not. Doing so will get you in the right, talkative frame of mind and will help you have fun. For all the pragmatists out there, it also generates what Professor Cialdini calls "social proof" - It shows people liking you and having fun interacting with you. It also has added benefits. Sometimes you'll get in for free to places with cover charges, you can get in with managers to get special access like VIP, and perhaps my favorite of all - Getting in with bouncers so if anyone gets rowdy later and starts trouble with you or yours, you simply have them removed with a wave of your hand (much better to be fun and socialize with the troublemaker and turn him or her into a friend, but good to have the option!)

Those are the first two focuses we prescribe. They should take up 50-65% of your conscious thought. You should constantly be having fun and meeting as many people as you can. Handclasp people, pat guys on the back, give girls kisses on the cheeks and get them back. Meet everyone, have a blast doing so. If you're having a bad time, give yourself a liscense to be silly and get yourself feeling lighthearted again.

Secondary focus: Your secondary focus is what you think about after you've started having a good time and socializing. This is where you:

3) Make connections.
4) See if people meet your standards.

Make connections - Try to relate to people and build people up. Confident, social people make people around them better. They engage in what we call "high value attainability" - This is letting other people know they're good enough to spend time with them, and that they're liked. Find common ground.

Then see if people meet your standards, instead of the other way around. Never try to impress people. If you work on universal value in your everyday life (becoming more expressive and interesting, learning communications and speaking skills, grooming yourself better, building self-confidence, doing new and interesting things and so on and so forth) and then you're able to have a lot of fun and be very social anywhere - You've got value.

After that, you need to see if people meet your standards. Size them up, see if they'd be fun to be friends with or suitable as a potential girlfriend, and so on. The process of doing so will communicate good things about you - That you have value, to be specific. Having standards suggests you have options - Which means you've got value.

Your secondary focuses should take up 25-30% of your thought processes.

So again, the steps for successful pickup:

*) Learn and better yourself as much as possible, including building universal value as much as possible for yourself. This includes everything that can be learned from the disciplines of communications, psychology, sociology, biology, economics, marketing, and so on. Those are where most of the applied social skills from seduction come from.

After that, you'll know a lot of theory and a lot of techniques. It's good to study and learn these, but once you hit "the field" to practice and learn", you need to:

1) Have fun
2) Be social
3) Make connections
4) See if people meet your standards

1&2 are what we call "primary focus". You want to spend 50-65% of your thought process on doing this at first. After that, do 3&4, your secondary focus. You'll spend 25-30% of your mental energy here.

That leaves us with "tertiary focus" - This is where everything else goes. This is where your theory goes, this is where you analyze VAC and look for what you're missing. This is where you do compliance technique and work on logistics, among other things.

On a good day, only 5% of your thinking will have to be diverted into this. On a bad day, as much as 25% will be. But even on a logistical nightmare of a pickup, having fun, being social, making connections, and seeing if people meet your standards will consist of most of the effort you'll make.

Sebastian Drake

Whiplash adds:
"Jesus man, I couldn't of said it better myself.

This is the exact message that I try to tell all of the guys in my lair, but only a few people ever seem to listen, instead simply persuading MM or some ridiculous method that you really don't need.

Here is my thoughts on game, they are very similar to yours, but with a few revisions. My formula for success in game is:

Internal strength + Social skills + a strong sense of intent = success with women

I'd a say that a LOT of guys in this community did not originally come to it as a result of being like "Hey I want to be a pick up artist!" They joined because they were having problems socially, were depressed, broke up with their gf, or just wanted to meet a girl. The thing that a lot of them don't realize though is that you don't have to be a PUA to get hot girls.

The realization came to me one day when I started realizing that some AFCs would get some girls that I had tried for and they clearly had little to new game. This realization forced me to change my beliefs on game, and develop new ideas that could prove to have consistent results. What I was missing at that time were actually all 3 things I had listed in my formula. I acted like I had a lot of internal value, but deep down I didn't, and if you asked me to approach a girl without using some type of pre-scripted material I would have blown you off and said that it wouldn't work. The truth is that I didn't have enough internal value to believe that I could be myself and be successful with women. I see this problem over and over again whenever I meet new PUAs in the community. They create a PU persona in order to protect themselves from the rejection. If a girl rejects them it doesn't matter because it's low risk, a science experiment, and not inferring anything about them. In truth they are still terrified to approach a woman.

As for the other parts of the formula. When I started off I did not have a great deal of social competence and when I look back on it I know that girls can see instantly through it. They detect something is wrong. Along with this and the put on persona it creates a strong sense of incongruence that only a very socially savvy person can detect. Girls will see through you as transparent and odd, but will not see you as a genuine person. And no girl wants to sleep with someone that isn't genuine. I believe it is because they feel as if they are being used.

The intent is important as well because if you don't know what you want and strive for it then you will never come off as having real genuine interest in the person. All of your interest will be faked and once again become transparent. Strong intent along can guide you all the way to the bedroom. It's very profound meet a man who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to admit it and openly peruse it (thanks Shark!).

As far as the trolling around for women I agree 100%. They troll the waters looking for something to fill the empty gap in their life, but only result in becoming disillusioned and spiraling further down.

Back on the subject of not having to having to be a PUA to get beautiful women in your life. Several things you have to realize:

*Many times when you have really big social circles you will always have lots of beautiful women in your life. You get in trouble when you are in a very small social circle and you have a limited number of people of which to date. This is how people either wind up settling for someone less then what they want, or turning to the community. I always try to tell guys to first try the formula that I have listed and then if they have done that right to honestly ask themselves if they really need or even want to be a PUA except just for fun.

*The Pick up lifestyle is NOT for everyone. Some people like having a gf, or simply another type of setup. The PU lifestyle is fun for certain people, but tell everyone that this is the way you have to be is just ignorant. Let the players play, but don't force other people into it by telling them it's the only way to get the woman/women of their dreams.

I agree that simplicity is often times best and there are so many other things I could go on about in defense of your post, but I’ll save it since i'm starting to ramble.

One thing I disagree on though is your analogy of Hippie girls like hippie guys. I've dated a lot of girls in subcultures, and find that the only reason that they date the people in their subculture is because they feel as if they can relate to them better. The secret to understand is that if you have really good communication skills and a wide array of interests you can date girls in any subculture. It's all about learning to connect with people. Perhaps I misread your post, but this was my take.

Also I don't know if I am the only one, but I find it kind of funny that you say you have such a simple method but create such a huge post.

-Whiplash"

as seen on Fast Seduction

MindTech: My recipe for a total brainwashing

2006-02-08T00:28:00.000+01:00

For the past months I've been on a self-improvement journey. Not just with women, but life in general. So I started to actually try the things out...hey...who would have known that only reading/listening wouldn't help? :-) I always read a lot of self-help/seduction stuff but rarely did anything, and when I did I quickly quit after a couple of weeks. So I decided to STICK TO IT! I choosed one thing and I would stick for a time limit of at least two months, if after that I didn't saw any results then I would drop it and change for another.

As inner game is concerned I'm almost at the point I want to be. I can now atract more women than before, but that isn't enough; I want more, so after my exams I'm going out daily meet more women until I reach my goal.

It was a huge progress this last few months in all areas of my life, so I decided to write out what I've been doing to accomplish this change. Maybe it can help someone else here.
I discovered this is like bodybuilding: if you try only one thing (like a dieting, supplementation, new training schedule, etc) you probablyl notice some minor gains, but it's when you combine all those "small things" that you'll notice the most gains. Here it works the same way...you can hear to hypnotism daily and notice some results, but if you really want to change your whole way of thinking that is not enough (in my experience at least).

You might not agree with all the things I write below, but these are the things that worked for me, try them out for yourself; if some don't work, change for another, you've got plenty to choose from in this fabulous torrent site...build your own recipe.

So without further delay, here's MY recipe to totally brainwash yourself:

- Hypnosis - 1x or 2x a day
This was probably the first thing I tried. I've been using it for months. I found out that to get the best results you need to listen the same audio for at least 2/3 months. Right now, I've been using Glenn Harrold "Develop your self-confidence", most of the times is 2x a day (since it has two files). I wake up 30m earlier, take a bath and have breakfast (to really wake up and don't asleep again), then listen to the audio. Then again at night.
Glenn Harrold works very good for me, my advice is download a bunch of them try out all of them during a week, then stick with what you liked best for 3 months. After 3 months I change for another.

- Sleep Hypnosis
I edited the third CD of Erick Kand Self-Confidence hypnosis audio to get only the affirmations part (without the induction and the wake up), then I burned it into a cd and listen it during the whole night (click the repeat button). The secret is having the volume low but still audible. You'll get used to it in only a couple of nights. I can share my edited audio file if you want, just ask me.

- Will power and self-discipline
Since this was something that I was lacking, I started doing the exercices of Remez Sasson book and I'm extremely happy the way they are working. Some of them are really boring to do, but that's the whole point. Download the book and see for yourself.
The best thing about this is that you can do the exercices in your normal routine, you don't have to get a specific time for this (on most of the exercices anyway).
It greatly improved my will power to stick to things I started...before, I wouldn't finish them.

- Magick/Huna/Chaos Magick
This is a great tool! Probably one of the best I tried. Any kind of these magick systems are designed to help you control your reality. Personally I use Huna, but any kind of magick system will work just as good. If you never read anything before try out "Kahuna Reality Control", or the first book of the Franz Bardon trilogy, or something along the lines of Chaos Magick.
One "side effect" of learning and practicing a magickal system is the development of your charisma. I'm not the first person to notice this, I have two friends who noticed exactly the same thing (they are only doing the magickal exercices, not anything else on this list).

- Keep your information intake under control
What I mean by this is that, except your job requires it, stop watching the news, stop watching tv, stop listening to AFC music (let's say romantic songs, songs that make you depressed, etc). For keeping informed subscribe to a free RSS newscast such as the NY Times. Read only what interest you. When you watch the tv news you spend almost an hour a day with an intake of negative shit (taxes raises, riot on venezuela, 300 people died on a plane crash, etc).
Same thing for the music you listen too. In my car I only have cd's of music that makes me feel good! No depressing lyrics, just stuff to keep my spirit up! If you don't have a car, get a cheap mp3 player and put the songs there.
Whatever you can control about the information you absorb (both visually and auditory), do it! It's already enough the ones that are out of our control.

- Affirmations
I don't like wasting time in front of the mirror and saying those affirmations, to me, it feels well..."fake"...so, I have a few post-it spread around the house with them (althought I take them out when I have guests LOL). I've also downloaded the 3-m software with PC post-its for your desktop and fill it with affirmations and inspiring quotes.

- Idle time
Stop doing shit that doesn't contribute anything to your development, like playing video games, watching tv like a zombie, spending countless hours on MSN, etc. Sure it's ok once in a while to just "do nothing" but don't let this turn into an habit. Same thing for MSN or IRC...be online for a while to chat with your friends, but don't let this turn into an addiction and be like those people who are always online. Ditto for posting in forums
Instead of just hang around doing nothing, go work on yourself, or read a good novel for a change.

- Goals
Keep goals in every area of your life. Nothing new here, but I figure I have to mention it.
Read any self-help book to help you making your goals (tony robbins, jim rohn, etc). Writing the
goals is not enough, keep a plan on how you will achieve those goals.
A magick system will help imprinting those goals into your subconscious mind in order to achieve them.

- "Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose"
Yes, I took if from Star wars
It made a lot of sense to me. Whatever you think you are attached to, train yourself to let it go. If you think you can't live without your computer, try unplugging it for a week. Or you car, instead take the public transportation for a month. Can't live without your girlfriend? Say to her that you need some time for yourself. You are afraid of rejection? go out a few times with the sole purpose of getting rejected (obviously I can't reccomend doing it all the time, just a couple of times to see there's nothing to be afraid of). This way if your computer breaks down you won't go jump up and down in anger; and if you are willing to walk away from any relationship at any given moment you won't put up with any shit.
When you want to get over a fear, you need to confront it.
Remember, it's only after you let go of that fear of losing something that you are free to do anything.

- 1 day retreat
Try to have at least one day once in a while to work solely on yourself. Spend the whole day on meditations, exercices, hypnosis, etc. Doesn't need to be too often, just whenever you have a free sunday...maybe once in a couple of months. It makes a big difference.

- Body Expression
Learn Yoga/any kind of dance/mimic/theater/whatever...just do something to improve the expression of your body. You'll be much more relaxed, much more expressive, and more coordination between movements.

- Diet and Exercice
Nothing new, we all know it's good for you. No need to go overboard with this, just do enough exercice for a healthy lifestyle, like 3x to 4x a week.
Eat well: ever heard: "you are what you eat"? Just control your food intake, keep a balanced diet.
Sleep well: your head and body will appreciate it.
Supplementation: I take a cheap Multi-vitamin and Omega-3 fish oil to help me concentrate. I heard about Omega-3 on a BBC documentary and I've been taking it ever since.

That's it! Pretty much what I've been doing. If you ask me again in a few months, this "recipe" has probably changed. Until then I've evolved, maybe I no longer need some of the exercices, maybe I need another for a different goal.
Use what works, drop what doesn't. If you no longer need one thing, drop it... evolve to a different thing. Nothing is written in stone.

Now...join this with field work and you will be unstoppable

Raaf: The definitive post on INNER GAME

2006-01-22T04:08:00.000+01:00

A couple people wanted me to write this up, so here it is.

Table of Contents

-My story
-Figure out who you are
-Figure out what kind of value you need to provide
-There are no problems, only opportunities
-No more negativity
-Avoid negative language
-Have FUN
-Have a large support group
-Stop caring what people think of you
-Never react emotionally to anything
-Eliminate all sense of entitlement that you have
-Lower your standards
-Stop coming to bullshit conclusions
-Your homework

My Story

If you don’t care about my story, then skip this section.

I discovered mASF when I was 19. I’m 22 now. So it’s been a little over three years for me. At the time, I was a virgin and had never even kissed a girl. I didn’t makeout with my first girl until I was a sophomore in college.

Make a long story short, I lost my virginity at age 20 and it was a HUGE weight that was lifted off of my shoulder.

When I first discovered ASF, I really had no concept of how clueless I actually was when it comes to women. I always considered myself to have a good personality and that I was fun to be around. I’m sure lots of people see themselves this way.

The reality though is that my personality was not very good. Take a look around your reality right now. Got a lot of friends? Got any women in your life? If not, then either your personality isn’t where it should be or you don’t actively try and network well enough.

I was always a negative person, a pessimist. Some of these people consider themselves “realists” but it doesn’t really matter what you call it, because the reality is that if you want to be successful in life and with women, you need to surpress all the urges that you have to be negative or complain about anything. It’s just a fucking downer. Nobody likes being around people like that. If you are one of these people, keep reading.

Ever since I was young, I always thought that I should have been better with women. My personality was a bit above average and my looks are average, yet for some reason I saw guys getting women that I considered less deserving than I was.

What I never realized about myself was that I was a geek. I was just a much cooler geek than most geeks. I used to love to play video games and play with THINGS. I still do these things occassionally, but to be totally honest, they now bore me. The reason is that they are nowhere near as fun as interacting with new people. If you are one of these people, you need to shift your interest from THINGS to PEOPLE.

When you get good with women and people in general, conversations become lots of fun. It can be a real adrenaline rush that cannot be rivaled by any video game.

After I lost my virginity, I went through periods of loving ASF and then convincing myself that ASF was all bullshit. If you are a beginner, resist this temptation. The theories on this website are VERY real. What is making it not work is your EXECUTION of them, NOT the ideas.

The rest of my story is largely unwritten. After losing my virginity, I continued to have sporadic successes with women, but I never wanted to lower my standards because I thought that I deserved better women. If I had lowered my standards years ago, I would have gotten much better much quicker, and I’ll explain why later in this post.

I was hooking up with a few girls a year when I was twenty and twenty one. Certainly nothing to brag about.

When I hit 22, I successfully hooked up with more girls in a year (and still going by the way) then I had for the rest of my entire life. In the last month and a half, I have been with 9 new girls or so. All of a sudden everything has gotten ridiculously easy for me.

Let me explain how I got there and how you can get there as quickly as possible while avoiding all the mistakes that costed me lots of time and frustration.

WARNING!

This process will NOT be easy for most of you! It took me a few years to transform myself from a very large loser into a massive stud. Where it all begins is inner game. Without it, you are GARBAGE at PU, I don’t care what anybody says.

STEP #1

Figure out who you are. And no, I don’t mean thinking abstractly about who you are. Take a look at your life and ask yourself if you are where you want to be, but more importantly if you are GETTING where you want to be (i.e. are you having a string of successes that are slowly leading you to where you ideally want to be?).

Figure out what kind of person you are. Are you a geek? Be honest with yourself. Get feedback from the people in your life. Find out WHY people are friends with you. If they are friends with you, there must be some value that you provide to them.

Be willing to accept the fact that you might only be their friend because they are DESPERATE for friends. It’s a reality that you need to be aware of.

Once you have roughly figured out who you are and what value you provide to people, you are ready for step #2.

STEP #2

Figure out what kind of value you WANT to provide to people (and also what kind of value you NEED to provide to some people). This isn’t as difficult as it sounds. All you need to PU some girls is to have a high SEXUAL value to her. You need to be a man that turns her on and leads her to a place where the two of you can have sex.

Of course not all girls are like this. Some require more than just a high sexual value.

Think about what kind of value you would need to provide to guys to make them want to be your friend.

Some examples:

If you want to be friends with a depressed person (you shouldn’t want this btw), then the value you need to provide to them is to be non-judgemental and understanding. You need to listen to their problems. Being able to cheer them up would help too.

If you want to be friends with AFC’s, then you could provide social value and opportunities for them to get laid. You could invite them to parties that you host and invite them to your female friends.

If you want to be friends with HIGH VALUE people like PUA’s and quality women, then you typically need to be high value enough yourself that they can respect you. If you find a nice PUA who likes your attitude and doesn’t mind having an apprentice, then you might get lucky and get to hang out with him.

The bottom line is that you need to figure out what type of value that you need to provide for people, and then actively work on developing that part of your personality until you are a person that naturally radiates those qualities.

Read that last sentence again.

How to accomplish this is what the rest of this post is all about.

THE GOLDEN RULE: THERE ARE NO PROBLEMS, ONLY OPPORTUNITIES! (explanation below)

RULE #1

NO NEGATIVITY, EVER AGAIN FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.

Negativity has a way of poisoning the way you THINK. It’s roots travel directly into your brain. If you think ANYTHING negative throughout the course of the day, then you are not yet where you need to be to be a successful PUA.

Most people do not think that they are negative people. It has become such a large part of who they are that they literally don’t even NOTICE that they are being negative.

Here is how I want you to eliminate negativity in your life:

Carry a small notepad around with you everywhere you go. Anytime you have ANY type of negative thought, write it down.

THEN, think of a way that you can mentally re-frame this thought into a positive or atleast a neutral thought.

Some examples of little annoyances that can piss people off and fuck your state up:

Problem: You drive up to the gas station, get out of the car, try and pump your gas and realize that the pump isn’t working.

Solution: Resist all temptation to get aggravated and drive up to the next pump.

Problem: The cashier at the supermarket is slow as hell and is taking forever.
Solution: Go in someone else’s line or just suck it up. DON’T start thinking negatively. Think about something else, start chatting to the person next to you, or do something to take your mind off of it.

And there are tons of other examples. But my point is that you don’t need to be unrealistic on HOW you reframe problems. You don’t even HAVE to reframe them into something positive. Notice in the above examples, I didn’t reframe anything, I just simply avoided the problem, because it is something that is MENIAL….and therefore, NOT WORTH MY EFFORT to get pissed off about.

RULE #2

AVOID NEGATIVE LANGUAGE

Language is a very powerful thing. Notice how I talked about “problems” in the last section. That is an example of negative language. The very existence of the word suggests that something is wrong with the situation.

Avoid using language like this. Every problem in life is actually an OPPORTUNITY in disguise.

There are many subsets of this, but consider it from the mind of an entrepreneur. He goes to a bathroom and is disgusted at all the piss all over the seat. Now most people would just get pissed off about it and then that would be the last that they think about it.

But he views problems as opportunities, so he decides that he will invent a toilet seat that cleans itself off every time after the toilet seat flushes.

See the difference in thinking?

One guy gets pissed off about a situation, and the other guy views it as an opportunity to challenge himself and to make money.

There are countless examples like this. I try to explain this to so many people, and there is always some bullshit example of why they don’t want to buy into it. Don’t be one of these people. Winners don’t get pissed off about menial shit.

Winners capitalize on EVERYTHING that happens in life. EVERYTHING is an opportunity.

Thinking in this manner automatically reframes any potential problems into opportunities.

Another example related to PU:

A woman shit-tests you by saying something like “You’re too short for me” or some stupid bullshit. I swear I am invisible to these types of statements nowadays. Shit tests are literally not a problem for me anymore.

Some guys are puzzled by how to respond to this. A LOSER would say that this is a problem – he is too short for her, it is over…NEXT. Wrong way to think about it buddy.

A WINNER would think “this is an opportunity to knock her socks off” and would say “How tall are you? You’re 5’7? Yeah, your WAYYYYY too tall for me, things would clearly never work out between us.” And then he would create some purely fabricated bullshit right on the spot about why it would never work out, and GO IN DETAIL ABOUT IT….something like “I don’t date women that are over 5’6, because the only way we can dance eye to eye is on stairs. And I am sick of dancing on stairs because my legs really hurt a lot.”

That isn’t even that funny, and I just came up with it now. But a woman would find it hilarious. Why? Because she is impressed that you are not FUMBLED by her testing you. You act like you could care less what she thinks about you, and then you even go so far as saying that she doesn’t fit YOUR qualifications! How many guys do you think regularly do this to her? Not many.

Learning how to properly deal with shit-tests is remarkably easy once you get it.

One more example from last night:

I was hanging out with some friends and my female friend said to this guy that I barely knew

“Where have you been? We’ve been looking all over for you?”

The guy got all defensive and looked like an idiot in front of like 10 people. He even blamed her for them not being able to find him. This is BAD BAD BAD…don’t do it.

If she said that to me I would have said to her

“You know what dear? To be totally honest, I was just sick and tired of you chasing me around like a puppy dog and spanking my ass in front of all these people. I mean we hardly even KNOW these people and you’re parading my ass around like it is some kind of trophy”

I just came up with that now as I typed it. But that is super $. It is also completely fabricated. NONE of those things happened, and she KNOWS this, but look between the lines, do you see how I turned a problem into an opportunity to enhance her attraction level for me?

Remember guys, there are NO problems…only opportunities!

RULE #3

THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN….LIKE, A REAL LOT OF FUN!

Juggler once said something great. He said, assume that sex is a given with a woman. Now how would you want your interaction with her to be? He said that he would want it to be fun, exciting, etc.

If you asked that question to other people, do you think ANYBODY would say to you:

“I would want to debate about conspiracy theories, religion, or politics” (read: NEVER talk about any of these things)

“I would want to listen to someone complain about their job, friends, or relationship”

“I would want to talk about boring, uninteresting things like the weather.”

Nope.

So make a promise to yourself that you will stop taking things so seriously with women. This should be fun guys, not nerve wracking. Women are ENTERTAINMENT. Some might consider that harsh, but it is a great re-frame that will have you less concerned with the results.

If you discovered ASF and have no friends and are looking for women to fill that void in your life, you will be VERY sorry, my friend! I made this mistake and as a result I cared way too much about things like stupid girls flaking on me.

Now, if they flake on me, I have many other activities that I can do. Which takes me to the next rule….

Rule #4

HAVE A LARGE SUPPORT GROUP

And by this, I don’t mean have a lot of people that listen to your problems or tell you that you’re doing well or whatever. I simply mean, have a lot of friends that you can hang out with to get your mind off women.

This solves so many problems at one time, yet it eludes some guys way of thinking. But the more friends you have, the more opportunities you have to go out and have a good time. And the more opportunities you have to go out, the more chances you have to meet women.

You should have many different people that you can go out with and just have a good time. This makes you care A LOT LESS about what women think of you, which ones don’t return your phone calls, etc.

The worst thing anybody can do is sit in the house alone. To get good at the game, you have to talk to people everywhere, and you have to enjoy doing it. If you are an introverted person, you need to literally reprogram yourself. Do that by putting yourself in an environment where you are continually challenging yourself to be an interesting conversationalist.

Start making more of an effort to hang out with new people. If you meet someone, exchange contact info with them and say that you should hang out. Make it nonchalant and not a big deal.

Rule #5

YOU CANNOT CARE WHAT WOMEN THINK OF YOU

This is a very important rule, because the only way you will get anywhere with women is if you don’t care about the results. Become outcome independent. If things don’t happen with a particular women, it’s OK, cause atleast you got some of your buddies to hang out with at the bar, and surely there will be more women there that you can impress with your incredible personality.

If you need to be reminded, the easiest way to accomplish this feeling of outcome-independence is twofold. The ideal situation is to be able to pick up women anywhere, and to have other women that you are already hooking up with.

If you aren’t there yet, then have many different friends that you can hang out with and meet new people through. These two things take your mind off of “that one girl” an incredible amount.

Rule #6

NEVER REACT EMOTIONALLY TO ANYTHING THAT ANYONE TOSSES AT YOU

I can pick an insecure person out of a line of people, out of a bar, or any social situation. It’s really not that hard. Wanna know my secret?

The first dead giveaway is if they look uncomfortable where they are. But secondly, and more importantly, if they are PISSED OFF at anyone or anything, then they are IMMEDIATELY low status in my book.

High status people don’t react emotionally to problems, cause problems are actually opportunities, remember?

High status people don’t get irritated when clueless, idiotic, insecure morons take shots at their character by saying things like “You’re an asshole.”

You know why? Because anybody that would say this to anybody else is automatically LOW STATUS themselves, and therefore SOCIALLY INEPT!

Why do you care what opinion a low status person has of you? By definition, their opinion DOESN’T MATTER. It’s USELESS!

Taking a comment like “you’re an asshole” to heart from a low status person is giving them WAY too much credit for actually being able to correctly assess your behavior. And in reality, these people are scared and clueless themselves. They might have thought you were insulting them, so they felt that they needed to “get back at you” (ANOTHER low status behavior btw) by insulting you.

You know what I do to retarded things like this? Shrug and maybe laugh condescendingly. Cause they don’t deserve me to *actually* re-consider how I present myself to people. That would be giving them WAY too much credit.

Guys, this comes down to credibility. Would you take a homeless man’s opinion on how to become rich? Even if he has a way with words? I mean c’mon, the guy is fucking HOMELESS.

So WHY IN GOD’S NAME are you gonna get all worked up about what some IDIOT thinks about you?

WHY IN GOD’S NAME ARE YOU GONNA GET PISSED OFF AND BITCHY if a girl snubs your approach?

If she snubs you, you could either laugh condescendingly at her, or just politely say “nice meeting you” (I usually do this).

It is literally HER LOSS GUYS. I can’t emphasize this enough. Re-read that again. It is HER LOSS.

If you don’t believe that yet, then you have a lot of work to do. Even if you don’t believe it, that is the attitude you need to go into an approach with. You are a cool guy, and you want to fuck that girl, but you could literally take it or leave it, cause you KNOW you’re the bomb and tons of other quality women will want you anyways.

You cannot react emotionally AT ALL, to ANYTHING a woman says or does! Doing so demonstrates that you actually CARE what she thinks of you….or in other words, your reality is NOT strong.

Your reality is in fact so weak that it can be shaken by what some random women thinks upon meeting you in the first 3 seconds.

Think about that. Is your reality that weak that it can be shattered by someone you DON’T EVEN KNOW? If this is the case, stop it now!

Don’t fucking do it guys. I fucked my progress up HARDCORE for a LONG time because I cared about opinions from idiots.

Opinions from people can be helpful, but ONLY from high status people. It takes a while to be able to figure out who these people are and if you should consider their advice or not.

Rule #7

ELIMINATE ALL SENSE OF ENTITLEMENT THAT YOU HAVE

You don’t DESERVE the hottest chicks, you gotta EARN them.

Stop getting pissed off at the huge dumb buff guys that have the hotties. Turn it into an opportunity or a learning experience. Ask yourself “what does this guy provide to her that she finds attractive?”

Maybe his muscles make her feel secure. Maybe she likes being dominated in bed. How can you use this knowledge to modify your approach to specifically target HER NEEDS?

I used to feel like I was entitled to getting the hottest girls in the world, but in reality, I wasn’t. Sadly, even if I could have gotten them (like if I had 3 wishes from a genie or something), then I still wouldn’t have been able to keep them because my reality was so weak.

Eventually they would have discovered this and left me.

All you are doing when you feel like you deserve something is mindfucking yourself into a situation where what you can ACTUALLY attain and what you THINK you should attain don’t match up.

Maybe you can regularly get 5’s but you think you deserve 10’s. As a result, you will NEVER be satisfied with your results.

Avoid this trap. Have very little expectation of yourself. Your only expectation is that you should be gradually IMPROVING over time. That is the only finite goal that you should have.

Rule #8

LOWER YOUR STANDARDS

If you are reading this post, then it’s probably because you AREN’T fucking a lot of women, you DON’T have a strong reality, and you are NOT satisfied with where you are in life.

Don’t fret, and surely don’t get pissed off about it. This is an opportunity for you, remember?

Lowering your standards is a very important rule. Why?

Because our own level of confidence, no matter how much we like to convince ourselves otherwise, IS BASED ON OUR SUCCESS LEVEL.

Do you think I would have ever written this post if I hadn’t hooked up with 9 girls in the past month and a half? Probably not. Why? Cause my reality probably wouldn’t have been strong enough to convince myself that I am knowledgeable enough to actually HELP other people by giving my advice to them.

Success with women is no different than anything else. When you first enter the batting cages, you start at the slow pitch machine until you can consistently hit the ball and until you are no longer worried about getting hit by the ball.

Then you slowly work your way up in the levels.

Likewise, if you are not hooking up with chicks consistently because you are holding off for more “quality” girls, then you are actually fucking over your confidence level.

Confidence is built by repeated success and belief that what you are doing is working. But in PU, the only way that you know what you are doing is working is if you HAVE SUCCESS! I’m talking atleast a makeout.

You can’t walk away from a girl that you didn’t atleast kiss and say something stupid like “she was attracted.” Cause you don’t actually KNOW that for a fact. So stop coming to bullshit conclusions.

The purpose of lowering your standards is that it is the greatest confidence booster that I know of. It is what turned me into the sex machine that I am in the past few months.

Rule #9

STOP COMING TO BULLSHIT CONCLUSIONS

Avoid the temptation to conclude things when you don’t have enough evidence to do so. Avoid re-tooling your game when you get ONE bad reaction from a girl. Don’t convince yourself that cocky & funny doesn’t work cause 7 girls at a bar didn’t like you because of it.

These things WORK people. I know, I’ve done all of it. Your APPLICATION of it is what is not working. Don’t waste your time coming to bullshit conclusions about anything.

Find a guy that you like and model your style after his. Either in real life or off this website. For beginner’s, maniac’s no nonsense guide is GREAT for fundamentals.

Point is, find a style that is congruent with your personality and go with it. And FORGET about results for a LONG time.

Before you can really conclude anything about your abilities, you need a large sample size. Think about it. Does a scientist do ONE experiment and then write a theory? Nope. So why do the KJ’s do this?

Cause they are hopelessly lost. Get out in the field and forget about the results. And when the results don’t come, DON’T change your game unless you have compelling evidence to do so. Follow a method until it works for you.

I’m gonna say it again cause it’s important. Stop reading about all different types of styles until you are regularly getting consistently laid by women.

One more piece of advice, consider CREDIBILITY when you are clueless on a topic. If you are reading all different posts on mASF, then you will surely get lost. What I do instead is only read posts by posters that I KNOW know what they are talking about.

Recognize that it is impossible to figure out who is credible and who isn’t unless you know something about the topic. Take a piece of advice from me, here are some of the best posters on this website off the top of my head:

Razorjack, Zarathustra_fi, TylerDurden, Dimitri, Woodhaven, PlayerSupreme, Sandworm, Ijjji, Jlaix, Juggler, TokyoPUA, Neo-Rio.

There are many more as well. But why would you read anything that is from someone whose credibility is questionable? If you’re doing it, cut it out. Read the archives first.

YOUR HOMEWORK

Re-read this guide as many times as you need to and implement all of these things into your life until they are a part of who you are.

Hopefully this was atleast a little bit motivational. It won’t be an easy journey, but your life is going to be incredible when it happens.

I’m 22 years old, and woman are literally NO obstacle to me whatsoever anymore. I’ve never taken a workshop and never met anybody from this website.

It can happen for you. Just think about practical ways that you can develop the above rules into becoming a part of your personality.

This is the "method" or "how-to" that I think many people are looking for. While this guide doesn't necessarily provide this for you, it does point out what you need to do and what you need to avoid, and until you can do that, you have no business even reading a "how-to" guide.

Also, the "how-to" is pretty arbitrary. There are many different ways to work on these things that I am talking about. If you really have no idea, then ask and maybe I can come up with something.

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GULI: Awareness Radius

2006-01-22T04:02:00.000+01:00

Subject is still fresh, but somehow i find it very important. At this day. ijjjji and killswitch are pioneer of this theory, i want to add some of mine.

IS AW NEW?
Awareness radius isn't new anything abstract, it's real, and we all the time use it. Thing like frame, confidence and being in own reality, are connected. AW isn't synonym of these, it's rather MEASURER of that. You can say, how much someone is confident, in his own reality or how strong is his frame, by the size of his AR.

WHY AW IS IMPORTANT?
Is important because, we can better and deeper look at things right now. Also the most annoying problem are these, where you can't do anything to change it, because you don't know what is happening. We can discover hundreds of new technics and remodelate our INNER GAME, knowing new concepts.

HOW AW IS DEVELOPING?
Like everything else. If you get reward, that behavior is stronger (AW decrease), if you get punishment, your stop behavior (AW increase).

AW AND BEEING A PRIZE:
Once i gamed chick, who was so much in her reality, that she is a prize that she was almost annoying to me. You can tell her that her nose look like a dick and she take it as you are attracted to her. I was out of her AW, and her actions was in my AW. From early childhood she was treated as prize, so step by step, things such that she could not be so attractive to someone, or that her behavior is childish was just out of her reality.

AW and being higher value.
People with higher value, get a lot of attention, so their AW is relatively small, only things worth their attention, could be in their AW.

AW AND SPORT:
Ever think about, great sportsmen. He is training his mentality, that when he is at sport event, he think only of his task, nothing else, not about his finances, not about competitors, not about how much people watch him.

AW AND LEADERSHIP:
The one who has smallest AW in particular situation:because he has higher value, because he know the problem, because he has will to act, become leader. Other will sucked in his frame, and follow him.
Think charismatic people: they are so focused, so much in their reality, many times fanatic, critics, enemies, and so on are out of their reality - AW.

AW AND DOMINANCE:
Think Don Corleone, he don't need to shout at others, or constantly fight for attention and power. Someone doesn't accept his reality, end in cement buts;]. By ears he build so small AW, so much in his reality, that he seems like a god. The same with dictators :Stalin for example.

SMALL AW HAS TENDENCY TO BECOME EVEN SMALLER.
On vacation i was sail on Pogoria - polish Tall SHip. I was leader of 10 people group. At beginning, i was aware, of what they think about my leading, how they react to me, and so on. At the end. I lead them almost automatically. Small AW.

AW AND AMOG:
Works two ways.
By keeping your AW small, you can ignore amog. (very effective)

You can increase his AW, by making him more aware, of everything:
-"Dude, you have this Fruit of the loom shirt, it's very alpha"
- "Man, this was good, you are loud, you are alpha, i don't want to fight we you, take all these girls, they are yours"

And so on.

INCREASING AW AS A WEAPON:
Guy living next door, have a huge party. The all are drunk loud. Very small AW, you want to sleep, but you cant (Huge AW). You go to him once, and tell -"Guys the music is too loud", he respond - "Okey dude", don't even noticed you.
You go next time, and still he don't noticed you. Then you go third time, but this time, you beat his ass hard. Next time he will see you, his AW will increase dramatically.

MEN AND WOMEN:
Better be feared than ignore, this is male concept. Men building muscle, try to look dangerous, achieve success, build reputation. People respect them, and keep them in their AW, even because of fear.
Not noticed women is dead in evolution area. She will make herself more beuty. Act dramatic. Wear sexy outfit, to go into everyone AW.

AW AND SHIT TESTS:
Ideal betaized guy, is the one who put all his attention on women. His AW is big, and totally focused on her.
Many shit test are prior to get attention.
If asking for help doesn't work, she will induce drama, if not she will fight for lead. Any method is good to be noticed.
Guys who are popular with women, treat them like little child. They keep their AW small, and act indifrently to her actions. -"You are a jerk" - (try to increase his AW), - "Yeah, babe, i i am, come kiss me" (keeps his AW small).

AW AND SEDUCTION METHODS:
Mystery method:
My Aw is small, everybody suck into this. I ignore the chick so she want to get under my AW.

Tyler Durden - hard to get- the same. You emulate the guy who has smaller AW then her, so higher value, she start to chase you.

Sexual state ala Gunwitch:
You are focusing on fucking, so in your reality, there is no such think as shit tests, amogs, and so on.

AWARENESS RADIUS MUST BE CALIBRATE.
You don't want to become an annoying guy, who is so much in his reality, that when you invite him for 2 hours, he stay there for 2 days, thinking that he is so interesting, unable to read subcommunications. NO.
AW is a mechanism you use, but it doesn't mean, not noticed think, but it mean to act if you decide that this is good.

Long, but i hope interesting.
What are yours opinion?

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Ijjjji: Momentum - the real thing

2005-12-02T00:03:00.000+01:00

Doubtful-ijjjji: You say confidence is not a thing, but it sure _feels_ like a thing. Like sometimes, I feel I got it inside me, and sometimes I don't have it inside me at all. How do you explain this if its no a thing??

Doubtful-ijjjji: And you say its not something you need to build, yet there are things I can do that make me get it more and more inside me.. like moving around.. or putting on strong BL.. or doing a few 'warm up' approaches.. or even just having a very active day before I go sarging.. these build it inside me but you say its not something you can build. Surely you must be mistaken, no?

ijjjji:

What you talk of is MOMENTUM.

This is real. The good feeling it creates, is the same that the 'bullshit confidence model' aim for. But it makes 3 wrong assumptions about it:

1. That its part of you, like a personality trait.
2. That it comes from inside you.. your thoughts, feelings, past experiences etc.
3. That you can hold onto it, preserve it, keep it strong inside you.

I'll explain each:

1. That its part of you, like a personality trait.

If this was true, why is it so strong one day and totally gone the next, or maybe even minutes after? No - its not a part of you at all. Its only part of the SITUATION you have put yourself in.

(The STUPID idea that its part of you, can lead to thinking you are a wimp or a loser or that something is wrong with you, on days when its not there.. this is the most HARMFUL effect of the 'bullshit confidence idea'.)

2. That it comes from inside you.. your thoughts, feelings, past experiences etc.

If this was true, why is it so difficult (impossible?) to sit still and summon it mentally? Why can you only change it by doing stuff (changing your situation)? No - its not starting inside you and flowing towards the outside. It starts in the situation you are in, and flows into you.

3. That you can hold onto it, preserve it, keep it strong inside you.

Again, why does it come and go so suddenly if this was possible? No - you can not preserve it. Whenever you enter situations that don't create it, it will be gone. And when you enter situations that create it, it will be back.

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I say above that it comes from the situation.. but its important to realize that YOU decide what situations you seek out or create! You still control it 100%! And its not complicated - all you got to do is seek situations with lots of action in them, OR seek a more ACTIVE ROLE in your current situation.

Examples:
-Sitting still in the office or in class room, trying to solve problems theoretically for 3 hours.. removes all momentum.
-Washing the dishes then tidying the living room and cleaning the floor.. creates lots of momentum.
-Sitting still in a pub looking at girls.. removes all momentum.
-Talking to friends or colleagues or strangers.. creates a lot of 'social' momentum.
-Sitting still reading.. removes momentum.
-Moving around.. creates momentum and is a great first step.
-Deep thinking.. removes momentum.
-Putting on a more relaxed, or more masculine, or more sexual BL.. creates momentum.
-Doing stuff in general.. creates momentum - not doing stuff takes it away.

OK LETS GET PRACTICAL!!!

You are about to talk to a chick, but that fucker MR.CAREFUL wants to think about it first. Before, you would think stuff like:
-Oh no I lost my confidence!
-Oh no its an OFF night!
-GOD I HATE THIS - I'M SUCH A FUCKING LOSER! WHY IN HELL DIDN'T I APPROACH!? SHE EVEN SMILED AT ME!!

From now on you will think:
-Hehe oops I forgot to warm up. Better keep moving and do some short throw-away-warm-up-sets over there and maybe return later!

(Credit to Mystery, who first described this and named it 'momentum'. He also invented warm up sets, where you quickly open a few girls with no intention of gaming them.)

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Ijjjji: Confidence is bullshit

2005-12-02T00:02:00.000+01:00

99.9% of the stuff you do in a day, you do without thinking. Like tying your shoe lace.

But on rare occasion you sense danger and approach carefully: Analyze -> Determine expected outcome -> Act accordingly.

Often the situation is not dangerous, but maybe you don't know this because its a new situation to you. But you soon realize its safe and start doing it without thinking.

But sometimes we use the careful approach a bit too long, so it turns into a habit with that specific type of situation.

'Confidence' is a word we use when we try to describe this situation. We often say we 'lack confidence' or that we 'lost our confidence' or that we need to 'build some confidence'. As you now can see, THIS 'CONFIDENCE' IS PURE AND UTTER BULLSHIT, its not a thing, its not something we lost or need to build, it does not exist and it has nothing to do with reality.

IN REALITY, its just a BAD HABIT. A habit of acting too carefully in a certain type of situation.

And habits are only changed by ACTING in a new way, repeatedly over time. This creates a new pattern that replaces the old one. It can be hard at first but always much easier soon after.

LETS GET PRACTICAL:

I'm sure you know approximately where you should start! This is just some tips you can try for fun if you want to:
-Replace needy goals like "get laid" and "get 3 #s a night" with this: NO MORE MR. CAREFUL!
-Develop some extreme macho body language habits (borderline cartoon-like) and have a humorous/non serious attitude about it. Do it for fun!
-Stop agreeing with MR.CAREFUL type guys on mASF. Laugh at them and stay in your new frame!
-Create a mental picture that illustrates how ridiculous it is to be carful around girls - be creative! Recall this picture when you start thinking around girls, to kick you out of that old habit!
-Change 3 seconds rule into 0 seconds rule.
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-(Fill in with your own ideas. Then take some action.)

(Sidenote: 'Skill', 'understanding' and 'experience' are other words we use in a similar way, as an excuse for why we cant or shouldnt act right now. Stuff like PU and public speaking does not require any of these. Al they require is adopting a 'shoe lace'-approach.)

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Dimitri: Getting Her to Put Work In

2005-12-01T23:59:00.000+01:00

Hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving. For all your viewing pleasure, here's some ways to get a women putting in work to get you.

This will increase one of the three parts of Attraction. If you haven't read the Model of Attraction, those are:

Value for her life
A sense you're attainable
Her putting in effort to get you

"New Attraction Model" is available here:

http://the-approach.net/art_attraction_model.php

or in the ASF archives, whatever you please.

On 11/22/05 9:34:00 PM, effigyc wrote:
>So I want to talk more about
>the "making her work for you."

Absolutely.

>Below is my understanding of
>what we're talking about here,
>feel free to correct me if I'm
>wrong.
>
>We see a girl at a coffee
>shop. We start a
>conversation. We're making
>her laugh, vibing with her,
>having a good time.

Okay at this point, you already have some value for her life. Showing confidence, fun, maybe a little humor, social savvy, that you're cool, that you guys can have fun together.

Also since you're connecting with her (vibing, having a good time) she likely has some sense you're attainable. If you don't see any sign of her Auto-Rejection Mechanism kicking in, assume the attainability's there if you've got some connection.

So far, so good, except...

>Now, to
>insure that she'll want to see
>us again, we're going to make
>her put some effort into
>things.

... she hasn't put any work in! Exactly!

This is the Cost/Value Conception. In short, people don't value things they don't pay for. A girlfriend of mine takes me out to an expensive restaurant and gets me a $40 glass of wine and I don't finish it. I buy a bottle of water for myself and I refuse to throw it away before I drink it all.

The more EFFORT you put into getting something, the more you feel like you DESERVE it. That makes you actively want it, and want to pursue it and keep it. If I got given a bottle of water for free, but accidentally dropped it and it rolled under a table, I might just leave it there. But if I BUY the thing (effort) I'll go get it.

So I feel like I deserve it more. The other thing it does is...

>Thusly, she'll value
>them more.

Exactly! Great thinking man, your head's in the right place. When a woman feels like she wants something, she'll rationalize it's more valuable to herself. So it's a cycle, but to make a long story short:

Value for her life + Sense you could be attainable + Effort on her part =ATTRACTED

>The ways we go
>about this are:

There are LOTS of ways to do this. I could fill up 30 pages in a couple hours on how to do this. When I teach this stuff, I go on for quite a while. But a few things you can do:

>Neging - Let's say we cut her
>off in the middle of something
>she's saying, and say "Oh,
>you've kind of got a little
>booger there." This would
>certainly embaress the shit
>out of her, and do some
>serious damage to
>"attainablity." Would it
>however make her start working
>to get you? Is it even
>necissary?

A cardinal rule of negging is it's supposed to be playful, not an insult. That said, if you ALREADY had some potential value, a neg can get them to work. If they react at all... they're working to get you basically.

If they test you, they're putting energy into the interaction to make it go forwards, and giving you an opportunity to pass her test (and we all know what happens when you do that). If she starts qualifying herself, she's obviously working to get you.

However, if you had no value for her life at all, not potentially any (but don't be fooled, body language, walking patterns, facial expressions, style, and image can all communicate potential value, not just your words) then she'd just ignore you. That's actually the worst result you can get from a neg.

BUT if you neg at the wrong time, like if she's really opening up and you neg her, it'll tank attainability. That'll set off her Auto-Rejection Mechanism and she'll reject herself, which means she'll shut down. ARM manifests itself different ways, but she might get very rude, might get quiet and walk away, or might go start seeking validation elsewhere. Regardless ARM is a mistake, it means you let attainability get too low and is not a good place to be. But a well-placed neg can get her to start putting work in (also something truly amazing that I learned from Mystery personally was that after he does his 3 neg thing, he then communicates a "You've passed" vibe to her and qualifies her. Amazing to see, hard to describe, but he's framing it like she's worked for him - Very masterful on his part, he knows his stuff)

>Getting her to verbally
>qaulify herself to you -
>there's really only two ways I
>can think to do this. One is
>to simply ask her if she likes
>or can do certain things.
>i.e. do you like to go
>camping, or can you cook.

Basic screening questions, yes.

>Two would be to command her to
>qaulify herself. i.e. Style's
>tell me three interesting
>qaulities you have, or to say
>"Well, its great that you love
>shopping, but isn't there
>anything else you like to do?"

Okay, that's a second. There's lots more ways to get her to verbally qualify herself though. One way would be to disqualify her (see Japanese Nurse LR) on a characteristic she DOESN'T ACTUALLY HAVE. This will get them automatically qualifying themselves 90% of the time at the expense of your attainability (and if executed poorly, your value, since you will look like you don't have social skills if you say an innocent girl is too wild, etc).

There's lots of other ways. You can even make a blanket statement like, "Wow it's a shame so many people watch so much TV these days. I like to relax and veg sometimes, but people give up SO much of the amazing world out there." Will result in her verbally qualifying herself often.

Disqualify people in general who have a trait she herself doesn't like, and tie the OPPOSITE to her verbally qualifying.

This is powerful. If she's a world traveller, saying something like, "God so many people miss out on seeing the world, and I think they wind up being worse lovers and worse in relationships because of it."

Most people who travel love to rant about people who just "stay in their own backyard all life". So when you say that because of that they're worse lovers... it means when she agrees with you and says she travels, she's saying she's a good lover and good in relationships. Therefore, she'll feel like she's worked for you afterwards.

Remember, all of these components aren't about having/being/doing them, it's about the perception of them. Perceived value for her life, perceived attainability, perceived effort put in. She might put no "real" effort in, but if she feels she's worked hard for you, she'll want her prize regardless of if she really worked hard or not. Imagine you're getting ready for a big competition. You train really hard for the competition, days in and days out, sweat and blood. And you win! You're going to want your prize. Now... what if the competition was fixed, but you don't know that? You still feel like you worked hard to win, so you still feel attracted to the prize/title/status you got by winning. Even if the "work" that the women put in is "fixed", and they're not really working, that can be enough. Is it the best way? No, but it is a way.

>Getting her to physically do
>things. Like give you a
>massage or drive you
>somewhere.

Yes. Asking her to bring a small ingredient for cooking on her way over, or a bottle of wine. Or something unrelated to what you're doing with her even.

If she says she has to go to the store later, hand her $5 and ask her to buy you a copy of Gentlemen's Quarterly (magazine) while she's there. This is actually triple-pronged attack territory: That little technique will increase your value, her sense of your attainability, and the effort she's put in.

Effort: She's doing you a favor, working to please you and help you.

Attainability: Many men wouldn't realize that this technique increases attainability. It does. Any time you make plans past the current moment, it demonstrates you've already decided to see her again. Now if she turned out crazy, I'd cut my losses, let her keep the lousy magazine or $5, and bail. But that's not the way the female mind works... When you've got something "on the burner" they feel you're not going anywhere, and it increases the sense that it's possible to have you.

Value: You're confident and help delegate things you need help with to people you trust. You're not burdening her... picking up a magazine at checkout doesn't really make her life harder. Plus, it's GQ, you're a fashionable guy. You're not being over the top with your request, just nonchalant (note for guys who dress really, really poorly: Choose a different magazine) about it.

Other "tangible" things she can do for work: Help cook, help clean your place (YES, you can get a woman you just met to help clean your place on a first or second meet, it just takes some game), do anything that furthers your life or appears to please or help you, or getting her to do any little thing.

>So my questions are these:
>
>Am I even on the right page
>here?

Yes, you're definitely thinking in the right direction. You need to expand your horizons a little bit and think more. I've shared maybe 2% of my techniques for getting her to put in work with you here, there's a lot that can be done. Think about it: What can you do to make her feel like she's worked to get you?

Have fun with it. Not only will women in your life be more attracted to you if they're working for you, but you'll have more productive relationships. Enjoy!

>Are the techniques I'm
>talking about what Dimitri's
>advocating using?
>
>What are some other ways of
>making her "work" for you?

Oh, there's lots of things. Again, it's the perception of her working to get you.

These can be big things, like favors. Obviously paying for you is good. "Hey, you got this one?" at a coffee shop will have her buying your coffee. This tends to be bad for attainability, but good for effort, and it near always works. I'll often take a girl rollerskating on $2 skating night here. Skate rentals are $3, so it's $10 for both of us. I say, "Hey, you got this one?" It's $10, it's meaningless... but she paid for the date, so now any charming of her I do, she feels like she earned and values a lot more.

Other stuff: Well-phrased and well-framed compliments can actually make it seem like she WORKED to have you open her! It's amazing, isn't it? Men often forget that women put in TONS of work to appeal to men. If you're meeting up with her for a date and she looks really good, you can say, "Wow, I'm impressed. You must've taken a lot of time to fix yourself up but that means a lot to me - You look good girl." You just framed it like she went out of her way to impress you (which she probably did). How about this opener? "I saw you walking by... and I had to say... you look absolutely stunning." The pace part is her walking, then you HAD to say she looked stunning.

Here's one that many men won't identify with or understand. A lot of black guys, when they play the game, they say the woman has to make eye contact before they'll approach. Player Supreme has written about this, and it's a fairly standard pimp M.O. Then the guy approaches... SHE made the first move, and that move was EFFORT on her part to get the man. Even something as simple as eye contact can be her putting in work.

Other stuff. "Testing" her on the dance floor/rollerskating rink/wherever. Having her help you with something big in your life. Having her lie to someone fore you (unscrupulous but +effort definitely). The "conspiracy" frame is really good for work, like if you tell her to subtly slip you her number.

How about when you #close and don't have a pen? Go fetch it yourself? Hell no! Have her get the pen, or play the "Pen Guess" game I created for this very reason.

Say, "Hmmm... let's make a game of this, we'll take turns guessing who around here is the most likely person to have a pen. I'll guess first." Then you guess a person, and walk up to them and ask if they have a pen. If they do, it's no different than if you'd just asked them without he game. But if they don't, now it's her turn to guess who has a pen, and then go ask that person if she can borrow it.

I originally made up that game to preserve value (because asking multiple people if they have a pen looks poorly) but it increases the effort she's put in too, ESPECIALLY if the game goes 5 or 6 people deep. And guess what? If she winds up being the one to get the pen, the number is about 60% more solid. Hey, maybe we should even make the first guess someone unlikely to have a pen? ;)

>Effy.

There's lots of ways to get them feeling like they've put in work, Effy. The big thing is to remember to do it. Now some guys will just do this a token amount because they want to get laid. That's cool, and their game will improve by taking little games I've invented, little lines and cues from solid top-notch players, and throwing them in. But if you want to be really superb, you should start demanding that women work to get you. Have standards and make them meet them. Have them help with logistics. Have them work to catch you.

>If you question anything,
>question
>your limitations.

Great quote man. Now get those women a-workin'!

Sebastian

as seen on Fast Seduction

Dimitri: The Attraction Model

2005-11-10T23:55:00.000+01:00

The Attraction Model
By Sebastian Dimitri Drake

A definition of attraction - and a way to consistently to get attraction from any girl - is long overdue. Perhaps the two most misunderstood parts of the community are attraction and one of the pieces of it, value.

I'll set the record straight, and give you a gameplan for how to attract any woman in the world, as well as give specific examples of how attraction works. Since many people are familiar with it, I picked Neil Strauss' New York Times Bestseller The Game for my examples on how attraction works - I'll use a few excerpts from the book to explain how this all works.

Attraction is something desirable to someone, that much is obvious. But to create the kind of real, almost-tangible attraction that'll cause a woman to sleep with you, you need two components:

The Two Components of Attraction Are Value and Deservedness.

I will explain both.

"Value" is value for her life, based on her perceptions. What is valuable is unique to every single person, but pattern of what is valuable can easily be seen. Some things are almost always seen as valuable, and some things are almost always seen as detrimental to value. But the value of any given thing to a person is different for that person than another.

What does this mean? A giant script will not appeal to every single woman. At best, a script can mass-appeal to a man's target audience. Many sorority girls might have similar value for each other, so if you wanted that demographic, a script that's useful on many could be devised. But for broader categories, like "college girls", you'll need knowledge of how value works for different people.

There are many traits that are almost universally valuable (and thus, attractive). These should be almost universally developed, so that you're perceived as having them with minimal effort on your part. This includes confidence, charisma, leadership, intelligence, quick wit, sharp instincts, health, wealth, a strong sense of survival, purpose, adaptability, and so on. Very, very, very few women find these traits unattractive, so it's in every man's best interest to appear to have these.

This can be done in one of three ways.

1. Develop the trait: If you become confident, you will appear confident. If you become healthy, you will appear healthy. Et cetra.

This is the path that takes the longest to achieve out of the three, but is the easiest once you've achieved it.

2. Develop the appearance of the trait: "A prince need not possess princely qualities. He merely needs the appearance of princely qualities." - Niccolo Machiavelli

Machiavelli is largely right. If you're not confident, nor a leader, it is still in your best interest to develop the body language and walking patterns of a confident leader. This will give you the appearance of these things, the benefit of which is twofold: You'll be perceived as having the quality (useful in your immediate interactions) and by being perceived as having it, you might actually develop the quality ("fake it 'till you make it" at work). Developing the appearance of a quality you don't have is actually a great way to help develop that quality.

3. Demonstrate you have the quality any time the occasion arises. This is the fastest way to show one person you have a trait about you, but the least efficient way to show the world you have a quality. A good example for this would be kino: It demonstrates you're comfortable with yourself and comfortable around others (among other things).

If a man wants to demonstrate he's comfortable with himself and around others, one way might be to kino. After he achieves a base proficiency in kinesthetic interaction (kino, touching other people in a normal way), he can do so consciously to appear to be comfortable with himself and around others.

Over time, his kino will become automatic. At his point he's developed the appearance of the trait, and most people he will meet will perceive him as comfortable with himself and around others.

Finally, if he allows his belief system to develop, he'll come to actually be comfortable with himself and around other people. At this point, no conscious technique or tactic is necessary: He has simply become a person who is comfortable with himself and around others. Because this is a universally attractive trait, he is now always a more attractive man and he knows it.

Outside of universally attractive things are things that are attractive to specific women. A gold-digger wants money and status. A 28-year old working professional may be looking for a stable husband/father type man. A 34-year old divorcee may be looking for a feeling of youth and excitement. A young girl may want maturity OR want fun and popularity. Or both.

What any given woman wants is different based on the woman. But you can make generalizations. I always ask students what type of relationships they're looking for, and what their "type" is. Age, ethnicity, nationality, and social class are all ways that you can make an intelligent guess about what is attractive to a woman. It's why many pick-up artists have to adjust their techniques when moving to a new location. Even in the same nation, such as the cities of Atlanta and New York City, there are some differences in what the majority of people are looking for.

That said, fine-tuning your game to your "type" is great, but a master's proficiency in pickup will let you adjust what you're demonstrating to the specific girl you're with - and know exactly what to demonstrate.

Cultivating Deservedness:

Part of attraction is value. A large part. If you appear to have no value for her life, something that she'd specifically want, than it doesn't matter how much of the second part, deservedness, you cultivate.

But it is relatively easy to appear to have value. If you have even some semblance of "a life" then you've got some value. If you do some basic things to improve your life (or alternatively, the appearance of having improved your life) then value won't be your problem.

Attraction is not exclusively value. Value is a part of attraction, and necessary for it, but the second necessary component for attraction is deservedness.

Deservedness is broken into two parts: Attainability, and effort. Both require a comprehensive explanation and guidelines on how to produce these feelings in a woman.

Attainability, first, may confuse some. In all of life, people seem to strive for the unattainable. Something just a step beyond them.

But these things always seem to have some attainability to them. Think about it like this: While you may enjoy looking at a centerfold in a magazine, you are more likely to fall madly in love with the girl next door. Though a centerfold prompts a lot of physical attraction in you, you do nothing to actually GET the centerfold (well, most people...).

This comes down to an important concept called the Auto-Rejection Mechanism. In short, if someone believes they have no chance, they won't try. It's the reason master pick-up artists often struggle trying to pick up ugly girls: The girls have no sense of entitlement, so they don't let themselves get attracted and get hurt.

You can see examples with people aiming for a bit more than they have, too. The people that get very attracted to wanting a yacht are people that can either afford it or come close. Rarely will you see someone that is very poor strongly desire a yacht. Since it does not have attainability in their mind, they can not be seduced by the idea.

The second part of deservedness is effort. Specifically effort the woman puts in.

This is all based on the Cost-Value Conception. In short, Cost-Value says this: You will value something that costs a lot over something that costs little, largely irrespective of their real value. If you've ever won a stuffed animal at an amusement park or carnival, you know what I'm talking about. While you might not even take one for free if they're handing them out on the street as a promotion, by winning it at the carnival (putting in effort and probably more money than thing is worth) it gains a lot of value. The cost determines the value.

When a woman is forced to work for something, she will want it more. However, in the beginning, if she sees it as unattainable, she likely won't want it. This is largely true of men, too. While a man might like and desire a beautiful woman he sees passing, or a model, he's more likely to grow very attached to a woman he had sex with who broke up with him, or a woman who keeps saying she really likes him as a friend.

To make someone attracted to you, you simply need to have value and for them to feel deservedness. For value, you need value for their life. There are universally valuable/attractive things like confidence, charisma, health, wealth, loyalty, faith in oneself, purpose, fun, leadership, survival ability, and so on, there are also traits that are more or less valuable/attractive at different points in a woman's life. Some of these, like wealth and fun, are universally good but are larger priorities for some women than others. Other characteristics, like danger, eccentricity, risk-taking, and so on may be very attractive to certain women, but unattractive to others. It is a sad testament that even many traits that are mostly UNattractive are attractive to certain people, such as abuse and control. These people are mentally unhealthy, and though I advise you to stay away from them, it's worth noting that sometimes negative traits may be attractive to certain types of women at certain points in their lives.

For deservedness, make sure they feel you are attainable. This would mean not demonstrating all kinds of value to them without them knowing why: This makes you look desperate most of the time, but the worst part is that it can make many normal women feel insecure and that you're unattainable even when you do it well! Solid screening and qualifying can increase their sense of your attainability if you know how to target your questions and responses. The "special advantage" that Vincent is always talking about making her feel like she has is another good way.

The second part of deservedness is having her put in effort. If a woman works for a man, even just a bit, she'll be more attracted to him and want him more. Over time, you can use this to change the compliance scales between you two and make sure you keep getting compliance out of her. The result will be that she feels she's earned you and wants to keep you. If you continue to bed a woman for long periods of time, and she isn't helping you build your lifestyle, then you may run into problems where she isn't putting in enough effort and doesn't feel like she's worked for you, and therefore deserves you. So she loses attraction.

Examples from The Game by Neil Strauss:

I choose The Game by Neil Strauss as a teaching tool for this article. It's a cool read, and instead of using anecdotes from my own life of which I'm obviously biased, I can use a well-known good guy and objectively point out why people are or aren't attracted to each other in the book. I'll use some short excerpts and reference the page numbers, so y'all can read up the background at home if you have a copy.

On pages 312-317, Neil starts doing an interview of Britney Spears, a very coveted celebrity. He gets her phone number in a feat of true prowess, but is waffling on calling her.

THE GAME PAGE 317:
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"Just call her," Mystery constantly prodded me. "What do you have to lose? Tell her, 'Can you not look like Britney Spears? We're going to do some crazy shit, and we can't get caught. We're going to wear wigs, climb up to the Hollywood sign, and touch it for good luck."

"If I had met her socially, fine. But this is a work assignment."

"You're playing the game at another level now. When the article is finished, it isn't an assignment anymore. So call her."

But I couldn't do it. If it had been Dalene Kurtis, the Playmate of the Year, I would have called her back in a second. I had no fear of women like that anymore. I felt worthy. I'd proven that over and over since meeting her. But Britney Spears?

One's self-esteem can only grow so much in a year and a half.
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MY COMMENTS:

You see Neil deciding against calling her because he thinks she's unattainable. The telltale lines are, "I had no fear of women like that anymore. I felt worthy." (shows he feels Dalene Kurtis is attainable to him) And "One's self-esteem can only grow so much in a year and a half." (shows he doesn't think Britney is attainable)

Now, if Britney had wanted Neil, she could have fostered a sense of attainability about herself for him. A phone call or two, or perhaps something akin to some of the techniques we use to ground herself as an average person beneath all the celebrity. And if she had done that, Neil would have became much, much attracted to her than he was.

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Towards the end of The Game, Neil becomes very attracted - and eventually goes completely exclusive for - a woman named Lisa. What did Lisa have that the other girls didn't? Well, she had value for his life, being beautiful, intelligent, and with a better personality than most of the girls Neil has met. And since Neil is a top-notch Pick-Up Artist, he feels all women are attainable: He's unlikely to feel an Auto-Rejection Mechanism except on the most elite of celebrities.

But what about work? At this point in the book, Neil is used to getting huge amounts of compliance from the women in his life. He runs his game for a while and they like it. He phase-shifts and kisses them. They begin to fall ga-ga for them, and if necessary, he uses his techniques to blast LMR and bed them. When and how he pleases.

THE GAME PAGE 365
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I held her eye contact and moved toward her for the kiss, holding the camera in front of us to capture it.

"I'm not kissing you," she barked.

The words scalded my face like hot coffee. There was no girl I couldn't kiss within a half hour of meeting her. What was her problem?

I froze her out and tried again. Nothing.

It is in these moments that, as a PUA, you start to question the work you've done on yourself. You begin to worry that maybe she sees the real you, the one who existed before the silly nickname, the one who wrote poems about this exact situation in high school.

I delivered a moving, impassioned performance of the evolution phase-shift routine. Somewhere in the distance, I heard a thousand PUAs applauding.

"I'm not biting you," she said.

I wasn't through. I told her the most beautiful love story ever written: "On Seeing the 100 Percent Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning" by Haruki Murakami. It is about a man and a woman who are soul mates. But when they doubt their connection for a moment and decide not to act on it, they lose each other forever.

She was ice cold.

I tried a hardcore freeze-out: I blew out the candles, turned off the music, turned on the lights, and checked my email.

She climbed into my bed, curled up under the covers, and went to sleep.

I finally I joined her, and we slept on opposite ends of the bed.
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MY COMMENTS:

There is no doubt at this point in the book that Lisa will end up with Style if she wants him. She has value for his life, he feels she is attainable to him, but he will be made to work for it. If he "catches" her in the end, he will be astronomically more attracted to him than if she had bedded him that evening.

The old addage that a woman must make her man wait to have her for him to respect her isn't necessarily true. But it is one of the simplest and easiest ways of making a man work to get her and become more attracted.

The only way, the absolutely only way Lisa could lose Neil at this point in the novel is for his sense of attainability to fall off. This would be a difficult proposition, but because Style is a man of some character and self-esteem, he won't hang around forever if she makes it clear she won't be his. The value is there. He's worked for her. Now, if she keeps herself appearing attainable, she can have him when she likes him.

THE GAME PAGE 368:
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So we [Neil and Lisa] spent another platonic night together. It was driving me crazy. I knew she liked me. But she wouldn't get intimate. I was teetering on the border of being LJBF'ed.

Maybe I just wasn't her type. I imagined her with tattooed, muscle-bound, leather-jacketed Danzig types, not a scrawny metrosexual guy who had to take pickup workshops. She was killing me.

For the first time since I'd learned the word one-itis, I knew that I was doomed. No one ever gets his one-itis. He gets too clingy and needy and blows it. And, sure enough, I blew it.
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MY COMMENTS:

At this point, Neil is questing whether she's attainable or not. And then when she blows him off later, leaving him at the airport with a limo, liquor, and a fancy date planned, his sense of her attainability is near-gone. He continues to pursue her, but details on page 372 that he leaves a message for her and she doesn't call back.

Neil does his thing, and goes on a little tear of his own, sleeping with a bunch of different women. He thinks of Lisa from time to time, but you can even see what happens in the pacing of the book: There's barely a mention of her for the next 24 pages as he talks about sleeping with other women and all the ProHo drama. Though no one can be sure, pick-up artists would like to think Neil didn't spend all his time pining over Lisa in the days that passed until he ran into her again. Though this will happen occasionally with women, most of the time high self-esteem men won't think constantly over a one-itis once the sense of attainability is gone. At the very least, they're unlikely to take rational action unless the woman first makes a move of her own.

Which Lisa does, incidentally. If you've read the book, you know what happens. She shows up in her convertible, and Neil is ecstatic. She expresses interest in him on page 396 and his sense of her attainability is back.

THE GAME PAGE 410:
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[Strauss:] "So what made you drive up the hill the other day to see me again?"

[Lisa:] "while you were gone, I realized how much I missed you." I loved watching her lips part over her front teeth when she talked. It made me think of salmon on rice. "My friends were making fun of me because I was counting down the days until you came home. I actually went grocery shopping while you were gone so I could cook you food. I don't know why." She hesitated and smiled, as if she were offering information she'd never planned to divulge. "I bought a fresh piece of swordfish and had to throw it away because it went bad."

A warm flush of confidence filled my chest. So I still had a chance with this girl.
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MY COMMENTS:
Neil, again, sees Lisa as attainable and you can actually see him immediately feel attraction! She says she misses him, and then he thinks about how much he loves watching her lips part over her front teeth. He analogizes it to salmon on rice.

This is going to lead to more effective seduction on her part: She likes him, and with all the work she's made him put in, she has a definite shot at exclusivity with a top-notch pickup artist if she wants it. Her own "game" is definitely top of the line.

The rest of pages 410 and 411 are provide even better examples. Why did Lisa act the way she did and lose attraction for Neil? She, herself, wasn't sure about his attainability. She was thankfully sure enough to reengage him, but there was a little mixup that caused her Auto-Rejection Mechanism to set in - and tell a guy that she liked that he had no chance.

She's not rejecting Neil, she's rejecting HERSELF! This is what happens when the sense of attainability is removed.

THE GAME PAGE 410
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"But it's too late," she said. "The window was open with me, and you blew it."

David DeAngelo would have said to go cocky funny here. Ross Jeffries would have said not to buy into her frame. Mystery would have said to punish her. But I had to ask: "How did I blow it?"

"First off, you didn't call me when you came home from Miami. I had to go to you."

"Hold on. I thought you were blowing me off. You never even called while I was away."

"Well, your voice mail said you were out of town and you weren't receiving calls, so I didn't leave a message."

"Yeah, but I would have returned your call. I wanted to hear from you."

"Then you came to Whiskey Bar and hardly talked. And the last straw was when we went to your house to go surfing. I told Sam I was starting to like you again and she said, 'Get over it. When I went up to his room to use the bathroom, I found a used condom on the floor.'"

My brain leaped up and slapped itself. I had been careless: I'd forgotten to throw away the condom I'd used with Isabel. So that's what Sam and she were whispering about in the car on the way to Malibu.

"So then why did you agree to go out with me tonight?"

"You asked me out on a proper date. And you were a little nervous, so I figured you must really be into me."

I propped myself up on the pillows. I was about to say the most AFC thing of my life. "Let me tell you something. The pickup artists have a word they call one-itis. It's a disease that people get when they become obsessed with just one girl. And they never end up with this girl because they get too nervous around her and scare her away."

"So?" she asked.

"So," I said. "You're my one-itis."

We were looking each other in the eyes now. I could see hers sparkle. I knew mine were sparkling. It was time to kiss her.

There were no lines, no routines, no evolution phase-shift--I'd tried them all unsuccessfully anyway. I leaned in. She leaned in. Her eyes closed. My eyes closed. Our lips met. It was just like I'd always thought a kiss was supposed to begin.

For hours, we lay there making out and dissecting the connections and misunderstandings of the past few weeks.
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MY COMMENTS:

You can see her ARM (Auto-Rejection Mechanism) in motion. "I told Sam I was starting to like you again and she said, 'Get over it. When I went up to his room to use the bathroom, I found a used condom on the floor.'"

"I told Sam I was starting to like you again" is a classic example of attraction rebuilding. Neil invites Lisa surfing, so Lisa thinks Neil is attainable. Attraction grows. But then Sam tells Lisa about the condom on the floor. Attainability fades. Attraction fades.

BUT, Neil Strauss is a man of exceptional character, and shows why he's been crowned one of the best pick-up artists of this era. Though he's not exactly sure why, he knows intuitively that David DeAngelo's advice is based on making her work for him, which isn't the answer. Ross and Mystery are suggesting to do things that demonstrate traits of independence and choice, which also isn't necessary.

So Neil opens up and shows Lisa he's attainable. He goes as far as to tell her that he's obsessed with her: And it works. The value for her life was there (Neil's a great guy with a good career and lots of interesting stuff going on). She's had to work for him, charming and seducing him. When he shows her that he's attainable to her, she falls for him.

Deciding to be faithful now, Strauss sets about dumping his other girlfriends.

THE GAME PAGE 411:
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"So you're choosing her over me?" Isabel asked angrily.

"It's not an intellectual choice."

"Is she better in bed or something?"

"I don't know. We've only kissed."

"So you made out with some girl," she said, with a weak attempt at a cruel laugh, "and you want to get rid of me now."

"It's not that I want to get rid of you. I'd still like to see you, but as a friend." I could hear the word pierce her heart like a dagger, as it had my own heart so many times before I'd joined the community.

"But I love you."

How could she love me? She needed to go fuck a dozen other guys to get over her one-itis.

"I'm sorry," I said. And I was.

There is a downside to casual sex: Sometimes it stops being casual. People develop a desire for something more. And when one person's expectations don't match the other person's, then whoever holds the highest expectations suffers. There is no such thing as cheap sex. It always comes with a price.
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MY COMMENTS:

Neil, in a way, touches on value and working for someone here. Neil has more value for Isabel's life than Isabel has for Neil's life. And Isabel has worked harder for him (been more compliant for lower rewards, as per Vincent DiCarlo's Value/Compliance model) than he has for her. The two combined together means she feels she deserves him and is attracted to him - so of course it hurts. Many men that read this will understand how Isabel felt.

While it's not nearly as common for women to feel this pain as men, it does happen. She was attracted to him: Neil had value for Isabel's life, and she felt she deserved him (he was attainable because she had already been bedding him, she worked to get him by accepting terms she didn't like such as non-exclusivity).

Or I could be completely, totally off-base with my comments, and other stuff was going on.

Though I won't ruin the specifics, I'll let you know there is a happily-ever-after to this book, and Neil and Lisa do metaphorically ride off into the sunset together.

As for creating attraction in your own life, remember this formula:

Attraction = Value + Deservedness

Value is the value for her life. Cultivate the appearance of all universally attractive traits, and selectively demonstrate specific traits to specific women.

Deservedness is comprised of two elements. The first is attainability: If a woman thinks you are unattainable, her Auto-Rejection Mechanism will kick in. She'll blow you off so she doesn't feel hurt, and then backwards-rationalize it, halting attraction from growing and sometimes killing it all off. So you must let feel that you are potentially attainable. Conscious tactics for this include screening, qualifying, and making her feel like she has a special advantage. It can also be accomplished with looks and certain body language and tonality.

The second part of deservedness is the woman working to earn you, the cost/value conception. When someone works hard for something, they feel like it should be belong to them and it's to be prized. She'll feel like she deserves to be with you and she'll be attracted to you because of it.

Use these teachings wisely, friend. I documented some examples and you can see how negative emotions ran through some good people because of some missteps in attracting each other. These techniques can be a bit powerful and can mess with a woman's head, so do make sure to, as Neil puts it, not violate Ross Jeffries' only ethical rule of seduction: Leave her better than you found her.

Yours,
Sebastian Dimitri Drake
Swashbuckling Pick-Up Artist

as seen on Fast Seduction

Gunwitch: The key to masculinity

2005-10-23T17:04:00.000+02:00

Women are feminine, men are masculine. This can escape us all sometimes that this is basic first fact of what attracts women to men when we over complicate things.

If you have read my other materials you know I advocate sexual state as a state to project to women. You see when someone is dominated at a personality level they will attempt to match the state of the individual they feel "lesser" than.

Think of white women who hang out with "ghetto" black people. they match that state.

Masculinity itself as a state of being and personality trait can cause this same effect on women.

The right internal beliefs and mindsets are key for this: from my book,

THE MASCULINE MAN

We stripped you of all the negative conditionings and behaviors in the foundations section.

Now we must move past just not being ****ed up in the head, but actually “good in the head”. Attractive in mindset, not just neutral and natural, will be our goal in this lesson.

When stripped of your negative conditionings you are left with well, just a bit of character most times. Hence the need for the themes of conversation based on TV, music, movies, celebrities etc until you fill in the blanks with your own interesting stories lacking any negatives of conversation.

Negative conditionings are what we tend to be raised on and fed as our persona all our lives, so of course letting go of them kind of left you “neutral” in nature, good of course because neutral doesn’t **** things up like negative conditioning does.

But what is attractive to women? Aside from of course biological drive to have a penis inside them and the pleasurable friction such causes?

What is basic FIRST fact we are dealing with of WHO women **** and whom they don't?

Women are attracted to men. Masculinity, all that is a man, is what they are attracted to. Surely women by nature are attracted to what puts in, what moves forward, what dominates. As by nature women take in and are penetrated. Psych 101 there.

This that I am telling you isn’t very “women dominate men are losers” politically correct, but women’s of course first basic nature is to “take in” to submit, to be lead.

Notice if you will for a second as well that these “STRENGTH” and dominance-thinking women tend to be A. homosexual “butch” types or B. ugly females who are not catered to or pampered, they are not feminine, they are heavily lacking in femininity actually, so viola, the try to embody masculinity as their first character trait as a retaliation and to make it through the world easier.

Notice how the best-looking stereotypically/most feminine women lack dominance, masculinity and “toughness” of any kind. They have never needed it in any way as they have always been catered to and pampered.

When faced with any resemblance of masculinity/dominance/toughness, lacking the negative conversational frames of foundations section, such as talking about what I am right now heh, what do they do? They FOLLOW and bend their will and giggle and go girly. A good thing as this is part of her femininity you connect with when you get her feeling this way rather than neutral.

OF course this leads us to our next question.

What makes a man a man and woman a woman? To get the most attractive, most feminine of women surely we want to be what she is lacking to bring out what she is. A MAN. Masculine.

What makes a man a man besides a penis? That is the question that must be answered here to get a working strategy for your personality, your character your way of acting. Simple analysis of your ideals and what you are lacking and what you desire will help a lot, but a working strategy is needed for getting closer to this ideal.

Testosterone, Inner beliefs of a non-feminine nature, a view of the world based on being a male and how being that is perceived, maturity rather than adolescence. Certainly all these things make a man a man. A man isn't by nature “lame clueless loser who thinks he is less than a woman and therefore should be good passive little *****”.

Getting your **** together as a MALE:

What is your life? What is it? What do you do? Who have you become?

You go sit on a pad all day and type keys, or you sit on a telephone all day.

You eat a lunch of fried potatoes and seaweed flavored like beef wrapped in enriched whole flour.

What scares you daily as cavemen were?

You jerk off to other people having sex on a screen.

You go to the doctor if you find a mole you didn't see before and worry for a week.

You want women you are told to want, not what you lust for and most desire.

You worry what other people think of you in petty matters.

You wonder if you punched someone in the face if they'd just stand there and laugh at you?

This does not make for testosterone production or masculine behavior. These are not male behaviors.

This is not the lifestyle of a natural man. Cavemen got laid with little or no thought and they in no way engaged in the above behaviors.

Now I'm not going to tell you to quit your job, run off to the mountains and hunt your food with a spear. Though a month of that could do you wonders I guarantee.

Instead LIFT WEIGHTS. Labor and use of your body, release of endorphins and effects on testosterone, insulin, masculinity and too much to go in to here is DIRE.

You could take testosterone injections and end up with tits but working the WHOLE body will increase it naturally. People are not meant to be sedentary.

The last 50 years advances in labor saving machines and economic growth have taken a major toll on most men as natural masculine males. You do not have to build a ton of muscle or workout 5 days a week. Just LIFT SOMETHING other than bags of groceries and do it regularly this will increase testosterone.

Lifting weights will not make you a masculine macho man right off the bat by any means. This will at least start on your way to getting the chemicals in your body on the right track for a more masculine behavior base however.

Eat right. Well this isn't possible for most. But drink plenty of water and give an effort to lay off the white stuff though. Breads, pastas, rice, sugar and enriched flour are not natural for our system. I have been doing this WELL before any recent diet fads and it does work to keep fat off, eat enjoyable food and also to make you more vigorous.

This isn't some crackpot idea, the science backs it up that not eating these things will increase testosterone and natural balances in the body. So really they more restore them to NORMAL. Normal being when men were men, not overfed veal. Both eating right and lifting weights unless you have a weight problem already will keep you lean and attractive looking socially as well as biologically to women.

Take a risk man. Not even a REAL risk is needed, just get that ticker going now and again.

Get in a martial art where you will compete with other men or even have a game of hardcore rugby (more dangerous but just as good), or hell if you want go fight club and start fighting your buddies in the back yard.

Go sky diving, bungee jumping, go on a roller coaster, and go camping alone in the woods.

These kinds of things as well increase testosterone, fear creates it at biological and psychological levels, again too much to go in to at a chemical and psychological level.

Even better is that they have an immediate effect on your sense of self-being a man not a boy, an adventurer or warrior not a "technical support" or "student" guy.

Quit masturbating all the time PLEASE. Masturbating to porn was by far not natural or normal, common everyday male behavior up until 20 years ago or less. It still is not natural. Lack of orgasm tells your body it isn't mating, this causes increased testosterone levels to make you more aggressive in finding a mate. An orgasm with a woman on the other hand INCREASES testosterone levels from the excitement.

Masturbating will also negatively impact your level of persistence heavily as a side “bonus”. Of course when you masturbate you are not as horny and don’t want the sex as much. Not really wanting sex, as much, will make you say “ahh hell with it then” and not even try to get a connection at a conversation level.

If you do the things above, exercise; eat well, abstain from masturbation and do things that are challenging to you what good does it do? You are forming your “sun” by doing these things. More on this “sun” talk later.

Forming your sun isn’t enough to make you hyper attractive to women of course; you will also need your “body”. Not your physical body, far from it really. In this metaphor your body is what you think, what your core beliefs are. We wiped clean all those bull**** ways of thinking as a foundation; lets replace them with some powerful ones now to get you on your way to an advanced level of attraction with women.

The way you think is of major impact on what you are able to project ******ds in a congruent manner.

Here are some examples of the way a guy can think that make him more masculine, hence more attractive to women. Becoming “natural male” or “natural man” is the next step to being more attractive to women after becoming “neutral man” that followed “ conditioned male”

1: Natural mans picture of himself is not as a boy: Soft living and pampering, from womb to coffin we are given. We are saved when we need saving and listened to when we cry. Natural man doesn't have this perception. When he thinks "me" he doesn't think he is young or a child or a boy. He sees himself as a man. You are an adult a grown up.

Act accordingly. Don't be crying about ****, if somebody didn't ****ing drop dead don't be crying. Don't be hanging on women like they are your mothers. There are 500 of these children like behaviors, to many to list. Being aware of it in the first place is all it takes. Its called not being a ***** ass little boy. You get your "sun" these things don't happen as much anyways. Still be aware of thinking like a MAN and an adult, not something weak or helpless.

2: Other men are not superior to you. Natural man would have none of this. Get your sun in place and it'll come. To offend another man is to possibly have to fight. All it means to offend another man. SO WHAT. You don't giggle or even crack a smile when someone makes a joke at your expense, they don’t like that? TOO bad, you are MALE; you can and will compete for respect.

People used to like it when you made jokes about yourself? TOO bad, they'll get focused eye contact from you now, not jokes and you giggling at the floor. You aren't looking for trouble, but you aren't going to avoid it either less its REAL dangerous.

Even then, that gangbanger with the gun in his waistband who's house you ended up at for some reason might just shoot you for being a “little wimpy punk ass” in his eyes when you talk about "I'm such a tight ass square white boy".

You MUST KNOW that you wont giggle or be passive enough to get out of some biker bar where they have decided to strip you naked and drag you around the parking lot behind their motorcycles. Extreme sounding I know, but some guys are WAY too passive when they shouldn’t even be considering if someone would take kindness for weakness or not.

So be a MAN and don't “look for trouble” but also don’t try so damn hard to avoid it, when you do it makes you come off like an insignificant ant, especially while it’s happening. Natural man is no victim.

Thought 3: You don't take any **** from anyone with a smile. Usually you wont take any **** at all, but if you are backed in to a corner hands tied and your balls in a vice, you don't grin and bear it, you just bear it.

You do this because you have an imaginary audience. This life you are living is the movie, you are the main character. This life is no comedy; you take life seriously when serious situations arise. You are the leading man in every story. You only take the scripts that suit you. You MUST live up to this audience, your entire self is watching! Yeah the situation may pass with you no worse for it in body or health, you know this at an intellectual level.

YOU however are watching though, and every time you swallow the “**** you’s” life hands you without some amount of dignity and masculinity it takes a toll in how you see yourself and project yourself to others. Living in a passive or comedic or “I’m just the loser of the piece way”? Pffffffft. That's when you aren't so serious and are just making a cameo appearance as a big time leading man in some stupid comedy. Passing through.

4. Willpower is what natural man uses for almost every aspect of his life. Ask any woman this. Of any character trait what would be THE one that is most desirable? If it isn’t recommended they won’t say it, but they feel it at a very core level, the ability to manifest ones willpower when its needed is a very attractive thing. Women give up, women submit, women cry and beg when they are scared, women stop trying. Not ALL women ALWAYS in EVERYTHING, I’m not politically correct or feminist friendly but I know women do sometimes muster SOME willpower. In general though, meeting feminine women with strong willpower? Nope, doesn’t go hand in hand.

The naturally attractive male has this, and if mentioned any woman would put it first as what she “needs to complete” or “what’s attractive”.

Natural man can bust his ****ing ass and really bring the willpower to provide for his family in hard times.

Natural man doesn’t let his woman get felt up, maybe carried away and raped by a bigger stronger man, he gets the willpower up that says “I’ll TAKE IT instead cause I can hack it” and comes to her defense.

Natural man can wrestle that dog attacking his kids, HER kids, overcoming his fears by sheer willpower, and not roll up in a ball and go “ouch” while it bites off the kid’s testicles and his woman’s throat out.

Bit grim I know heh, but though something like this doesn’t happen often in reality at a psychological level it does when you get punked around.

Demonstrations of weakness affect the women you are involved with at a primal level. When you say “I quit that job cause it made my feet sore” she doesn’t think “me and my young starving to death”, but a certain something is lost in the way she thinks of you.

When she hears you say “job sucked but I did what I had to do until I could get in to something better” she doesn’t hear “good provider” but a certain level of “damn I wouldn’t have done that, this guys got something I don’t to bring to our “male-female table”” is felt.

5. Natural man is dominant. Maybe second only to willpower. Natural man just doesn’t look down first. Like when 2 sets of eyes meet, especially yours and hers.

Getting her in bed isn’t as simple as a trick like that, though the eye contact and who breaks it first is something to be mindful of.

Natural man isn’t afraid to fight, isn’t afraid to compete, isn’t afraid to tell someone else to shut the **** up, or quiet down in a movie theatre who wont quit talking.

There’s a reason “bad boy” or yard bird types are attractive to women, they have a strong dominance, combined with stupidity of course that says “I don’t care if I’ll go to prison I’m going to run this ****er off the road for flipping me the bird”. You only need the dominance part. Women don’t pay attention to the stupidity element in a positive way anyhow, unless it’s some roadpig biker skag or someone who goes for that sort of idiocy.

Most veteran police officers possess this dominance, some, though fewer and fewer these “Pussified” days, military men have it. Most any boxer you meet will have this. A HUGE recommendation I can make is get in boxing classes.

Dominance is what women lack most of ANY one trait aside from a penis. Again this course isn’t catering to feminist brain washings. Go research for a month and name 10 great female leaders of rebellions through dominance of troops and other powers, or hell even 10 female civil rights leaders. I will name 5 to 1 with NO research males who did the same thing or more.

None of the 50 I named would have been lacking in sex life, even FAR before they did their deeds.

Women have many many fine virtues. Ability to relate to others, reverse engineered thinking capacity, compassion, empathy. Roles have gotten reversed and tweaked out of balance though. No fate in my opinion, but genetically we are built for different tasks in this life.

Not knowing the roles has not only hurt men, but also women in that men aren’t men for them anymore. The most dominant and usually lesbian feminists didn’t just empower women to higher purposes than “cook and clean and make babies”, they also slipped in the agenda of taking all the men away at a mental level.

Natural man dominates with no concern of being seen as “a brute from the wrong time period”. Natural mans only concern when it comes to domination of others is his freedom (is it legal) and the greater good of all involved (if he is of ethics). Natural mans concern is not if “will the brain washed by feminists people think I’m trying to be a macho manly man”.

A macho manly man is something to aspire to be. Not something to fear being looked at as socially in a negative light. So natural man doesn’t cry for the children of poverty stricken Ethiopia, so natural man doesn’t read poetry or listen to folk music? He doesn’t give a ****, and knows because so many women want to **** him, those women only SAY they give a **** about such things in a man.

Women can find a sensitive new age sweater wearing candy and flowers hugs and kisses for babies guy in every suburban apartment and office building.

The natural man however, with a brain (not in a penitentiary), who can still be lighthearted in a normal conversation without being a tight ass or getting fiery or intense? Rare animal. THAT’S how you want to be unique for women, and in no other way.

From this "state", I "" state as it is more a personaltiy trait and lifestyle than a "state", is where you project sexual state as in my methods and get her to match you, hence become turned on, attraction achieved!

as seen on So Suave

Dimitri: The Key to Loyalty - Distractions and Solutions

2005-10-14T17:32:00.000+02:00

If there's one thing I'm able to do well, it's get loyalty in my relationships. It was a hard-won battle, though... if any of y'all know my story, I got into the game when my girlfriend whom I loved dearly slept with one of my friends.

It put me into a slump for a while, but eventually I crawled out and started working on my social skills. And the ride's been amazing... one of the best things to ever happen to me.

But even months, maybe years into my development, I was sleeping with girls but not able to convert them to girlfriends. I was doing something 'wrong'.

As it turns out, it's one of the reasons I reached the level I'm at. Of the first half-dozen, dozen women I slept with after getting into the community, there's a few I'd have settled with if they'd have settled with me.

But they didn't. That nagging problem. Sex but no conversion. No girlfriend. No loyalty.

Over time, I developed the skills to hold down relationships through trial and error, and actually came to excel in them. When you start off below average in something and work hard, you've got a lot of potential to get very good if you're driven.

Now, the exciting part.

Recently, I've been codifying what I do to convert my girls so well. To get such loyalty. I want something done? I snap my fingers, it's done.

Open loyal relationships, where I sleep with other women, she knows it, and most of them don't sleep with over men. Not to the mention that the girls cook for me, come over to my place and clean it when I tell them to, take me to dinners and buy me gifts.

And of course, sex when, how, and how much I want, whenever I want, however want. That's just a given.

My paradigm:

Everyone has problems in their life. All people are unhappy about some stuff, some of the time. Even the most together people around, when you get to know them well, have plenty of problems.

There's only two ways to deal with these problems we have. You distract yourself from them, or you find a solution to them. Either you're doing nothing, or doing something.

And everyone likes both distractions and solutions.

The key is, you must work in a general positive direction on your problems. Control your distractions, or even make them positive ones like exercising or a creative project on the side.

This isn't difficult.

But the key to loyalty in relationships is that you must be a solution for the girl, not a distraction. Or at least perceived as such.

Men try to fix problems in a logical way. You might too.

But often this isn't the best way to fix a woman's problems. I'll refer you to the readings of Franco Zarathustra on this one, his writings on here are very comprehensive on how to deal with women and be a positive force on their life without falling into traditional "guy problems".

So if you want real loyalty, you must be seen as a solution for the woman. You don't have to be actively fixing her problems.

You just need to be a solid bastion in her life, or seen as a potential solution down the road. If you can make her feel safe or protected, you're acting as a solution. If she sees you as a potential marriage partner, she sees you as a solution. If she is a better person around you, who can express her hopes and dreams, you're a solution.

So what was I doing wrong before?

I was acting purely as a distraction. My old style of socializing with women was all about entertainment in the early stages, and hedonism if it got any further than that.

I made her forget her problems for a bit.

But I never acknowledged that she had any problems in her life. Or that I did.

It was just a fantasy. If you're just a distraction to her, she can toss you for any other distraction. Liquor, entertainment, other men, drugs, whatever.

If you're a solution, she'll become extremely loyal. To the point where she'd give her life to save yours.

Now allow me to give some credit to my good friend Woodhaven. When I was breaking down my this conception to him a bit back, he and I started talking, and we flushed out another element of the solution/distraction idea.

Everyone needs distractions in their life to some extent. And the more reliant on distractions someone is, the more they need to function.

Strong people with a good focus can interact positively with each other to the gain of both with minimal distraction. The more reliant someone is on distraction, they made need intoxicants to simply converse with someone on a basic level.

What this means in terms of gaming:

The more a woman's life is filled with distractions, the more of a distraction you'd need to be up front to bed her.

So if you don't want women of lesser mental and emotional caliber, play a game based strongly on mutual value, and make an effort not to be an entertainer. This will automatically screen out most low self-esteem women.

On the other hand, some of the hottest women turn heavily to distraction. Drugs, drinking, partying, men. If you want a woman like this, early game based on distraction/entertainment will be effective.

You need to balance the two. I, myself, do what I call two-tiered screening.

When I approach a woman, I like to keep the options of what I am and could be to her open. I find out if she's a girl that's capable of mutual value escalation (a term for two people benefiting at the same time, and neither losing) and if she's a quality girl.

If she is, I won't entertain. I'll relax, talk with her, and keep it light and fun. When the moment is right, I'll bed her, then I'll hold her close and tell me everything she holds close to her.

I'll rock her back and forth and let her cry in my arms. Even if I don't do anything specifically to fix her problems, she will feel my strength and feel safe and grounded.

That's best-case for me.

On the other hand, if she fails the first round of screening, but I'd still like to bed her for some reason I'll go to playing a game based on distraction and entertainment. I'll focus on having a high impact, charged encounter, with lots of outrageous stuff.

This approach is about being the best distraction available to a woman. Being more fun than drinking and drugs, and more of a good time than any of the other guys around.

If your goal is to sleep with as many women as possible, becoming the best distraction from their lives will help in your promiscuity.

If your goal is to cultivate loyalty and solid relationships, then becoming a solution by self-improvement and game based on being a leader and mutual value is the answer.

If your goal is to sleep with any particular woman, or have a very high conversion rate, then you need to become good at assessing the balance of distraction and solution the specific woman in front of you has.

There are masters of all three of these arts. And they are all useful, wonderful things to learn.

If you want to the learn the game that'll help you attract beautiful women, especially those in high-distraction areas like nightclubs, I recommend the writings of Mystery and Tyler. They have some powerful things to this end, especially to help stand out against your environment and competition.

If you want loyalty in the end, you'll need to be able to transition your role in her life from distraction to solution. To that end, I suggest reading Player Supreme. He has some excellent writings on this, and blends spirituality and practicality well.

If you want the highest of conversion rates, read about men who subtly demonstrate that they can be a solution through light, subtle and playful distractions. Men like Razorjack, Woodhaven, and Zan excel at this - It's a style where your distractions themselves communicate that you could be a solution, and while difficult to grasp at first, is very rewarding.

These styles aren't mutually exclusive: They simply take a while to learn, but the effort is well-worth it. If you can master all three, you can get literally anything you want from women anywhere in the world by snapping your fingers.

Grandmaster Dimitri, Swashbuckling Pick-Up Artist

as seen on Fast Seduction

Badboy on relationships

2005-09-27T20:11:00.000+02:00

As soon as you have made love with the girl, you can consider that as the moment any relationship starts. It's as big a shift as when you originally went from not knowing her to opening her and getting into conversation.

If you decide that you want to keep her for a longer period of time after you've slept with her – say weeks or months -- then the first month is critical. The foundations of the relationship, the image of the entire relationship is going to be created within the very first month. So be very careful about what you do, and how you behave towards her in that time.

You see, women are programmed by default to have monogomaous relationships. You can do two things about this: accept it and go along with it, or create new rules and reprogram the girl to follow them. Now if you really like her, and want to stay in a monogamous relationship with her, it’s basically very easy. Just see her a few times a week, and have sex with her regularly. If you want to keep her, you will need to give her sex regularly. That means, at least 2-3 times per week. If you are new to the game, or really young. I suggest, you experience a few monogamous long term relationships like this, perhaps for 3-5 months. You will learn a lot about them. [Dumas insertion: but be careful if they start to go beyond 5 months. We are programmed by nature to fall in love for a reason, so that we stay with a girl long enough that children can be raised. But that’s not a good thing if you want to be a really good seducer. You have to be careful, when your relationship starts going beyond 5 months, that you aren’t becoming emotionally enslaved by the girl. Just pay attention, to who sets the rules in the relationship.]

If you want to establish a relationship with two or more girls, the first consideration is your time. Trust me, it’s time-consuming. Seeing every girl twice a week, and giving her 5-6 hours per meeting, your free time is going to entirely disappear!! Anyway, if you decide you want this, begin your relationship with the first girl so that you prepare the territory for the other girls that you will add into your life. That means establishing rules and boundaries in the relationship. For example; how much you are going to see each other. If you see her every day, when will you have time for the others? Now it’s important that you don’t discuss your rules verbally, because then she will argue. Let her realise the rules by your behavior.

After you’ve slept together, don’t see her too often. Every day is way too often, because once she gets used to seeing you everyday, you will have problems cutting it back to a few times per week. NO matter how much you like her, or love her, don’t do it if you plan to have other girls in your life or you want to live a normal life with time for yourself. Set up your life, so that you see her 2 or 3 times a week. That way you can have time for other girls. You can do this just by being busy. You don’t need to explain them why you cannot see them, just be busy. For example, the girl asks ‘when will we see each other?’, then just say…Saturday afternoon, or Sunday, whenever you wish. Of course you must give her some time in the week, because if you don’t give her sex, somebody else will. But don’t think she is going to figure out by herself how much you want to see her per week.

If you don’t take control of the relationship, she is going to do it, because somebody must. If you don’t want to take the ball and serve, somebody else will. And if you allow the woman to control your relationship, then she will do it the way she has been programmed by society, and nature. And this programming is powerful! So for example, she is going to control you by giving or withholding sex; she is going to forbid you from seeing other girls, she is going to give you powerful emotional outbursts like jealousy, to rob you of energy for doing anything outside the relationship, and other smart ideas they usually use to control guys. Once you establish a relationship with one woman and have some time to add a few more, you just need to find a girl you like, and invite her into your life by giving her sex regularly.

Once she suspects that you maybe do have other girls in your life besides her, you have a choice; to be honest about your lifestyle, or to hide it, and play it like there is no other woman in your life besides her. These are two completely different styles. I prefer being honest, but I’ve also experimented with being dishonest, and I suggest you try both ways, and for sure, you will lose some girls, until you learn how to play it right. It takes some time. Don’t let it make you frustrated, because time is necessary to learn how to control a harem. If you choose to hide it, then that game is really easy; deny everything and keep your place clean. They have the instinct of marking their territory, by leaving their hair, panties, earrings, and other things, to signify that you are taken. Again, they act according to animal instincts. So always try to keep your place clean, otherwise you are in deep problems when one of them finds earrings or other things in your bed that don’t belong to her. It’s hard, but try it.

If you choose the other path, and admit openly that you have been sleeping with other girls, then you must be aware that lot of girls will not accept it. But at least you won’t have to keep cleaning your place all the time! They will not accept it, if they think you are not worth it. But if you give them the best sex on the planet, and they are sure they cannot find better, and they love you, of course they will choose to stay with you no matter what. If you go for it, you must be really strong, and your attitude must be like, it’s my way or the highway.

If you do it strongly, they will accept it, because they know that’s the way you are, and they cannot change you. So they are forced to accept it. If you hesitate, or you are insecure, no way will it work.
This way is really good if you have a good lifestyle. A lifestyle that they want to be part of. An excellent lifestyle is the foundation for long-term, crazy success in this game.

I found for myself that being honest, bold about my life and my decisions work the best. Of course every person on this planet is different. So its up to you what you choose, and you must decide based on how strong and secure you feel.

Now I want to tell you some very good news: all girls on this planet are bisexual! Some of them confess it openly, while the more brainwashed deny it. With some work, you can get any girl open to 3somes, and other cool things. I always tell my girls, so they are aware of who am I, and so they know what they can expect from me. Actually, I don’t need to tell them, they can detect it. It’s so obvious.

No matter how many of them you have (even if you only have one), they must always know they are replaceable.
That way they lose all the the power that society normally gives them in relationships.
But then, the attitude alone that they are replaceable is not enough, because if they figure out you are using them just for sex, they will disappear from your life.
So I make sure they know they are SPECIAL; special but replaceable. Every girl, no matter how many you have, should know that she is special. That will make her stick around you; but still, if she knows you have the skills to replace her, she will do everything to stay in your life.

When they do something I don’t like, something that I don’t appreciate, I will state the rules, so I am assured they will never do it again. I tell them:
You did this thing 3 times in your life!
First time
Last time
And never AGAIN!
Let me repeat you one more time:
First time
Last time
And never AGAIN!

A relationship is based on two things. Attraction and Rapport. After some time, the attraction disappears, and rapport is the only thing that keeps the relationship going. When I say rapport, I am referring to the three things that build rapport, and those are: Trust, Comfort and connection.
For some girls, a longer relationship based solely on rapport, is enough, but for other girls it’s not enough, and they will keep searching for attraction. And if they can’t find it in a relationship, they will search for it outside. Because a relationship based solely on trust, comfort, and connection becomes boring after a while. So they will find somebody outside the relationship who is going to give them adventure, wild sex, and dominance, but she will stay with the first guy in the relationship, because he provides comfort, and she can rely on him. Think about rich old guys that get married with young girls...but this is not a good situation for you to be in. On the other hand if you only give her attraction, like wild sex and adventures, and no rapport, she will find somebody who is going to give her those cute romantic feelings.

The key is to provide both attraction and rapport, over a longer period of time.
Then any girl will love you, and stay with you. Because you have everything that they need. If you achieve that, the girl will never cheat on you with anybody else, and she will never search for other things outside the relationship, because your relationship gives her everything she needs.

Giving her wild sex, being unpredictable, and doing adventurous things will give her the attraction she needs. Also, to cuddle, and sweet talk her after sex, and to give her some romantic experiences, like a dinner with candles and wine, will turn on the sweet side of the relationship with you. It’s like Ying-Yang. You must have both things.

This will help you to understand the most common situation that happens. A girl is with a nice guy in a relationship, and he provides her with anything, but she cheats on him anyway with some jerk. I heard this kind of story, millions of times in my life. It’s very easy to see why this happens.

Buying gifts just for her presence in your life is stupidity. Flowers, perfumes, and other things, she must receive only as a reward for her good behavior. So don’t buy those things, just for fun, so that she stays with you. She is going to stay with you because you are such an excellent guy, and she will get gifts only when she does something good. Like she invites other girls into your bed. Then certainly, she deserves a gift.

So fight the urge to buy her something, just because she gives you sex. Sex is normal. That’s how men and women communicate if they like each other. It’s not some kind of bonus, and only society bullshit makes us think that way.

Punish bad behavior that you don’t like by taking away sex, and not seeing her.

No matter how many girls you have, or how satisfied you are with your love life, you should from time to time go out and pickup other girls. Just for pure fun, and to keep you in the right mindset. When a girl knows you can go out and get another girl in 45 minutes, then she will do the best she can to stay in your life. She will buy you things, keep you oversexed. Just to stop you searching around for more.

A big problem happens when a guy that is so needy to get a girl in his life, thinks she will solve all his problems, so he’s searching, and searching, and every girl runs away when she smells how unhappy he is. Because she is also searching for somebody who is going to make her happy, so when she smells an unhappy guy, of course she is going to run away because he’s not somebody who is going to make her happy. If he cannot make himself happy, how he is going to make somebody else happy? So the key is first to fix your life, and prepare a kingdom where you are the ruler and can receive girls into the kingdom. A fucked-up, boring life, or a life full of anxieties and troubles which you haven’t dealt with, is not attractive for anybody, especially not for girls.

One thing that I see a lot is when a guy makes his girlfriend the centre of his life. Like, she is part of everything he does. This happens when the girl is your entire happiness, and when you get her, you build the whole of your life around her. This means that she is controlling your whole life, because she is aware of the power she wields, basically of the power you surrendered to her.

Sooner or later, she will become unhappy, because of the feeling that she is controlling you, and she is the source of your happiness, which is the opposite of what she wants.

She wants a guy that is controlling her, and that the guy and his life are the source of happiness.
If you place them at the centre of your life, you are giving them unbelievable power, and control. If the whole of your life is built around the girl, then if she leaves, (as usually happens) the whole of your life disappears. Because your happiness left you.

A far better way is this: build your life, so that the lifestyle you live makes you happy, and girls are orbiting around you, like planets orbiting around sun. Where you are the sun, and girls and hobbies are planets revolving around your day, and girls are just one of many cool things you do in your day, cool things that make you happy.

as seen on Badboy Lifestyle

Hitori: Social Status / Women Explained

2005-08-24T04:28:00.000+02:00

A WORD OF WARNING: I'm a chick, so this is posted in Playettes. If I were a
guy, I would post it in Advanced, because if you're not getting laid already
this WILL NOT HELP YOU. Knowing how an airplane works doesn't mean you can fly
it.
With that said:
Chick logic makes sense.

THE BASIC PRINCIPLE
Chicks act at all times to _gain_ and _maintain_ social status. This is more
important to them than getting laid.

QUALITIES OF HIGH STATUS PEOPLE

-They are admired and desirable.
All manner of people fit into this category, and _to a certain extent_ it's
cyclical; if you have high social value you're admired, and if you're admired
you have high social value. On the other hand, there are all kinds of ways to
be desirable and admired; hot chicks fit into this category, but so do
politicians, rocket scientists, rockstars, PUAs, and rich men.
In this category HBs have the upper hand. Evolution has engineered men to pick
partners for health and beauty, so a nice set of tits WILL take you further in
this world than a nice set of pecs. Go figure.

-They are relaxed and confident
Confidence is VITAL to high social status. It doesn't matter whether you're
confident because you graduated from the school of hard knocks or because
you've had everything you ever wanted handed to you on a silver platter; if
you're confident, you are relaxed in the knowledge that you can handle whatever
life throws at you, and succeed at whatever you undertake.
You'll vibe this confidence at the people around you, and it will be a powerful
positive experience for them. HSE people will appreciate you, and LSE people
will desire or envy you.
Relaxation and confidence also means you're NOT NEEDY. This is good because
needy men tend to come across as either pathetic or dangerous.

-They behave naturally
This is what it means to 'be yourself', in the classic dating-advice sense. It
doesn't mean burp and fart and be depressing if you feel like it. It means
DON'T BE TRYHARD. I cannot stress this enough. Fake it till you make it, of
course, by all means, but for God's sake MAKE IT. Socially intelligent people
can -tell- when you are incongruent, and for women it's not just weird; it can
actually be alarming.
It implies that you're hiding something - possibly one of the more dangerous
low-social-status traits like fear, volatility, or disdain for the
unattainable.

-Their time and energy has value
If you have high social value, you recognize that your time and energy ALSO
have value. This means you're willing to cut off boring threads of conversation
- even with desirable people - and that you spend your time doing things that
are ultimately productive, either in fun-value or in other ways.
If some HB wanders off 'to the bathroom' or 'to go dance' on you, you have run
out of fun-value. Sorry, tiger.

-They are socially intelligent
If you are socially intelligent, you know the score. You can tell who is
tryhard and who is not, who gets laid and who doesn't, what it means when two
chicks eyecode each other, etc etc ad infinitum. You understand, intuitively,
who has social status and who doesn't, and what's going on when two people
flirt, and all manner of other things.
THIS MEANS YOU DO NOT HAVE TO VERBALIZE IT. FEELING YOU NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT
AS IT HAPPENS SHOWS YOU ARE *NOT* SOCIALLY INTELLIGENT. FIGHT THE URGE.
This means no "You're flirting with me, aren't you?!"s, no "Your pupils are
dilated... They say that means women are turned on...".
HANDLE THESE PRONOUNCEMENTS WITH THE UTMOST CARE. People who recognize this
shit with regularity _do not need to talk about it_. When you go to a football
game with your buddies, do you all sit around going, "Look at that... He kicked
the ball into the endzone! That means a goal, right? Awesome! He made a goal!"
NO! YOU DO NOT. You know the score.
The bad news about social intelligence is that if you are a guy most chicks, by
and large, will have more of it than you. The good news is that it's an easy
skill to acquire; all it takes is a willingness to observe people interacting
and to TRUST the things you perceive this way. Most guys I know see many of the
same things that women do, but because they don't (at first glance) have a
clear logical framework to put them in, they ignore them as untrustworthy.

QUALITIES OF LOW STATUS PEOPLE
-They seek approval and acceptance
People with low social status suffer from a deficit of validation. Sometimes
they legitimately don't get the recognition they deserve, and suffer from
unwillingness or inability to reframe; other times it's because they're
neurotic and LSE and no amount of validation will ever be enough. Unable to
validate themselves, they seek approval and acceptance from other people.

-They are volatile and anxious
The world is a frightening place when you don't know what's going to happen
next and you don't know if you'll be able to deal with it, whatever it is.
People without confidence react to this great, frightening unknown with a level
of perpetual anxiety that they vibe at others. Driven by their own percieved
helplessness and rage, they will explode with fits of anger, or display
disproportionate fear; of women, of change, etc.

-They try to buy what they can't earn
In terms of social status, this is very important. People who don't understand
how to DHV will try to BUY approval. On ASF, this is known as supplication. It
DOES NOT increase your social status or make you desirable to women. If it's
clear you're trying to buy appproval, you will LOSE VALUE. A chick's reaction
to a man she does not already find desirable supplicating for approval is about
the same as YOUR reaction when you stop at a red light and some hobo goes to
squeejee your windshield for dollars. Maybe you'll give him your spare change,
sure - but what if he was asking for sex? Would you bang him?
I thought not.

-They disdain what they can't have
People with low social status disdain what they can't have. Helpless to attain
what they desire, they reject it pre-emptively instead.
This means men who hate hot women.
This means women who hate hot women.
This means UGs who hate the idea of anyone getting laid.
This means men who hate confident, competent men.

-They are NOT socially intelligent
People with low social status are not socially intelligent. If you misuse or
DON'T use kino, this is you. If you can't recognize an AI when it whacks you
upside the head, this is you. If you don't know when to escalate, this is you.

TRANSFER OF STATUS

These are general principles of things that will increase your social status.
If you don't have any in the first place, these -will not work-, I repeat,
-will not work-. They require a steady foundation of at least moderate
coolness. With that said...

YOU GAIN STATUS WHEN:
-Your worth is recognized and appreciated
The higher the social status of the person appreciating you, the more status
you gain. This is key. KEY KEY KEY KEY. Get out a highlighter, use it on your
computer monitor if you have to. Remember this.
THIS IS WHY SOCIAL PROOF WORKS.
Not only that; if you establish high value, women WILL RISK LOSING VALUE to
gain your approval. They'll gamble. They'll chase you.
This is also why, in those instances when you overqualify and DHV the fuck out
of some poor HB7 until she locks up, you MUST qualify her. If you do not
qualify her, you are obviously not recognizing and appreciating her genuine
merit - there is NO REASON for someone as cool as you to take a legit interest
in her. You are using her as a blow-up doll that moans.
The higher your social value, the more women will want you to recognize and
appreciate them. If you're a sufficiently cool PUA, women will try to snag you
for an LTR _even if they're not looking for an LTR otherwise_, just for the
implicit social proof you provide. This is purely social reflex. More to the
point, of course, they'll hook up with you.

-People seek your approval
When people qualify themselves to you, or visibly try to impress you, they are
being TRYHARD. But what this says to someone who knows the score is that you
have social value. You are worth impressing; more, to LookAtMeLikeMeDude, you
are worth losing status to impress.

-You display competence naturally
When you DHV without being tryhard, you gain cool-points. This isn't rocket
science, and should not require explanation.

-You cement someone's position beneath you
There are, essentially, three ways of cementing someone's position beneath you;
you can give them the carrot, give them the stick, or give them both at once.
For any of these to work, you must have the social status to back them up. This
doesn't create something from nothing; it broadens the divide that already
exists.
It's possible to display higher value than someone by being nice; if they seek
your approval and you grant it, or call them 'cute' or other
nice-but-diminutive-nicknames, or act - more generally - in a parental sort of
way. Also included here is genuinely helpful advice, on fashion or food or PU.
It's possible to display higher value than someone by being cruel; you can call
them out on their flaws or their low-status behaviors easily enough. There is a
danger, here, of seeming to snub because you envy. Envy implies uncoolness.
Finally, there exists the backhanded compliment or subtle snub. You out-AMOG
some guy like he's one of your best pals, and on the surface it's all in good
fun, but his value plummets and yours soars. Likewise, if you neg some chick or
use TD's Elastic Snapband Effect, her value -insta-drops- and because women are
-driven- to maintain social status, she will immediately hop-to to get it back
up. It's not about getting laid; the IOI, in this case, is all about value.

-You IMPLICITLY display social intelligence
IMPLICITLY. In other words, you THINK LIKE A CHICK. You eyecode. You
AMOG-destroy. You are part of the 'Secret Society'.
Here I'm going to back up on everything I've implied so far and say the
reverse; it's possible to explicitly display your social intelligence and make
it work. HANDLE WITH CARE, though. This is DANGER, WILL ROBINSON. If you don't
have the value to pull it off, you'll look like a creepy presumptuous loser.
If some chick is clearly trying to qualify herself to you, or transparently
DHVing, or even just struggling for your attention, you can neg-qualify her in
the following manner, playfully:
"It's okay, you don't have to (do that/try hard/whatever) to get my attention.
See?" Throw an arm around her, kinohug her. The first time a guy did this to
me, it hit me like a -bomb- of insta-hotness. By doing this, you simultaneously
A) drop her value relative to yours, B) grant her attention from a position of
power, and C) show you know the score.

-You screen
If you screen people who are attracted to you, you increase your relative
value. This is why women maintain that NO WOMAN EVER DELIBERATELY GETS LAID
with a man who is not wildly attractive and high-status. But WE know that of
course women get laid on purpose! It's not like that HB8 you did over the
weekend tripped, fell, and landed on your dick. If someone CHASES you, their
status is lower than yours. This is why you say, "Want to come over and look at
my stamp collection?" rather than, "Want to come over and have sex?". SLUTS
CHASE. Chicks with value are accustomed to screening. It's important for her to
maintain the illusion that she did not INTEND to fuck you, in order to maintain
her social value.
A good way to display social intelligence is to understand and accommodate
this. This is why explicitly acknowledging the seduction process is dangerous:
if it's out on the table, out loud, that you're trying to fuck her and she
-goes along with it anyway- she LOSES FACE because she's been UNMASKED as a
co-conspirator in your getting laid.
This is where chick logic comes from. I'll write another post on it, sometime.

YOU LOSE STATUS WHEN:
-You show outcome-dependence
When you show that you are outcome-dependent, you LOSE FACE. By demonstrating
outcome-dependence, you make it clear that you aren't having fun (which
high-status people do, remember) - instead you are gambling your time and
status in the hopes of pay-off in the form of sex with this chick who you
clearly regard as COOLER THAN YOURSELF. You are acknowledging her value. She is
the prize. Do not pass go. Do not collect 200 dollars.

-You try to buy approval
You supplicate. You imply that you don't know how to legitimately display your
own worth, so you need to resort to trying to buy the approval of those you are
implicitly acknowledging as being higher-value than yourself. If she wasn't
cooler than you, why would you care what she thought?

-Your position is cemented as below someone
You are out-amog'd. You are treated in a diminutive way. Some chick gives you
bad relationship advice and you eat it up without critical thinking. This is
all explained above, in the 'gaining status' section.

-You chase
Chasing is a _gamble_. Chasing is aggressive pursuit. It can succeed, sure -
but it allows the other person, the higher-status person, the chas-ee- the
ability to screen. They choose, you don't.
SLUTS CHASE. Women will avoid being labelled 'sluts' at all costs because they
are at the BOTTOM of the social totem-pole, with the WBAFCs. Sluts in the
traditional sense are women whose need for validation is so great that they
have gambled away all their buying power trying to fill it.
A woman who is perceived as slutty has a hard time finding quality ass because
quality ass is likely to screen _her_. She is a LAST RESORT FUCK.
Not only that, but other women (and men) on their way up the social ladder will
step on her, on the way. They will use her to reinforce their own superiority.
The 'slut' is a lightning-rod for the 'cement someone's position as below you'
method of gaining status.
Sad, but true.

WHAT THIS MEANS FOR THE PUA

For the PUA, this is GREAT. This is WONDERFUL. Why is this great for the PUA?
Because the PUA has -worked- for his social status, and he knows how he got it.
It was not delivered by the stork along with a nice set of tits, or trim and
shapely thighs and a button nose; no, he's invested field work and sweat and
other bodily fluids in getting good, and he is -good-.
Thus he can work women in ways that women are not equipped to work him.
Consider the following analogy; who's better off, a self-made millionare or a
lotto winnner? The self-made man! Why? Because he knows the value of his money,
and how to invest it and make it grow.
Some of this seems ruthless; be aware that women aren't thinking about it, when
they do it. For most women, this is all pure instinct.

as seen on Fast Seduction

GoneSavage: LR pt 3: Montreal: Flipping the Sexual Script

2005-08-18T13:12:00.000+02:00

“Try not to become a man of success, but rather a man of value.” –Einstein

The next day HBfashiondesign sends an email. It’s rather neutral, but, hey, she sent it the very next day. And she’s making an effort at sustaining our friendship:

”I hope everything is going well for you...I'm actually at my mother's house and I was so tired from my day of work that I ended up sleeping till 4 pm this afternoon. I fell asleep outside on my terrace under the sun...and I just woke right now in my messy room. I don't work tomorrow so if you have something in mind, just call me. I would love to go kayaking near Tremblant on the lake...but I need to find the number...well we’ll see! Anyway, call me, alright?”

I call her and she tells me about a couple nice things: When she went to work, everyone noticed her smiling and her positive energy. Her roommates and friends commented that she seemed particularly happy and joyful. And her parents noted that, for whatever reason, she really seemed to exhibit an exuberant joie de vivre. How nice. We talked about getting together, but she was swamped with work and family commitments or whatever. Okay, no problem. We’re friends, and I think pursing a get-together at this point would broadcast a more-than-friends expectation.

I didn’t hear from her for six days. I don’t think I called her at all. If I did call, then I didn’t catch her and I know I didn’t leave a message. Didn’t send her any emails. Anyway, this was the week that I hit my remarkable sexual streak. Things truly exploded for me (as I am still documenting). I get an email on Sunday, July 31st:

”I keep wondering where you are because I didn't get any message from you or anything. I hope you're doing pretty fine....discovering the wonderful city of ours. The thing is: I'm an expert on every beautiful aspect and detail of Montreal, so you might consider giving me a call tomorrow during the day because I would love to see you for dinner or at night I suppose. Please leave me a message telling me when you are going to call me so I can make sure to be there when you do. Otherwise, you'll miss a beautiful night with me, with everything that comes with it. I don't work Tuesday and I’m going to be in Montreal for sure. I have to catch some sleep now (even though I'm supposed to go out again...) so that's it for me for tonight. Sleep tight, and you know what? I did go kayaking yesterday....it was surreal!”

I’m playing this LJBF thing cool, but fuck me if that “everything that comes with it” statement doesn’t look like an SOI. Okay, she’s Quebecoise, so I’m sure something’s lost in translation. Not going to read into things. So I call her Monday night and we make plans to meet in the Old Port on Tuesday.

Day3A

I almost missed her again. I picked a statue that I thought was the most obvious central landmark in the area. Of course, she’s at a different statue of which I had no knowledge. I wait like thirty minutes, call it a loss, and wander off to do my thing. Apparently she did the same. We run into each other in an area several bocks away, sort out the statue mishap, and walk together for several blocks. She’s with her friend—one of the initial girls from the bar.

They take me to this hotel that displays some poems of the city’s most well known poet. They’ve done a couple fashion shows here. I take some time to explore her interest in fashion design and learn that she is very passionate and driven to succeed in this area. I’m playing the ‘friend’ role and I’m not doing anything flirtatious except for maybe very casual kino, like a brush against her arm or a playful tap. My approach is about the same with the other girl, which I guess is a little flirty, since we have not established a friendship. I lead them to the terrace of this hotel, which they had never checked out.

Leaving, we get caught in a rainstorm. My girl starts dancing in the rain and kicking puddles for show. I love this zest and zeal that she has now. Very attractive. I walk the girls to their car. My girl invites me for dinner at her place later. She describes the pasta that she makes. Me: “That sounds cool, but I kinda have a date, so I’ll have to see how that goes. I think she might be making me dinner.”

Well, she’s not even shocked. She smiles and probes a little bit asking her name and how we met. (BTW, I did indeed have a date. It was the Day2 with the Italian girl that I lost on Day3. So sad.) She tells me to call her anyway to let her know if I would be coming for dinner or not. I agree. We hug each other and part.

Well, that date went rather well. That girl had to part for work or something. I call HBfashiondesign. Of course, she asks about the date. I don’t give too many details (for example I took her to the same area that we were at earlier) and I say: “Well, this girl is gorgeous and really energetic. Great girl. But… have you ever had someone that is interested in you just a little bit more than you’re interested in them?” Haha…

So we arrange a time and place to meet so I can come to her place and we’ll make dinner, again it is late. Instead of getting uptown and driving, I take the Metro from where I am with the expectation that she will drive me across town. Or, more likely, I will stay at her place.

Day3B

She picks me up at the station. There’s a slight riff because I won’t buy a bottle of wine. She’s like, “I’m cooking you dinner that I paid for, and you won’t even get us some wine.” Honestly, I wasn’t carrying enough money. I gave her $2 and she put the wine on daddy’s credit card. She drives me to her place and I make fun of her horrible music…raggaeton or francophone pop…um, they both suck.

I cut up tomatoes and she cooks this pasta with pesto and fromage. The roommate eats with us. All conversation is neutral. I’m really impressed by all that they have organized and presented as far as fashion shows in the last two years. I insist that we have candles and that the three of us toast. Chin-chin!

Then they take me to their school, which is walking distance. My girl brings the bottle of wine. Protective buzz, maybe? The roommate has none. I have a bit, but didn’t feel tipsy or anything. We find a shopping cart on the street and push each other around. Good times. We get to their campus and they tell me the story of how they met. Stories about classes and fashion show fun and Montreal in the winter. Brrr… We walk back, and HBfashiondesign and I are singing horribly as loud as possible. Wait, to her credit, she actually has a beautiful voice.

The roommate goes to bed. We sit on the terrace. Conversation turns to sex. Can’t remember all the threads, but I know she asks this:

HB: “When’s the last time you had sex?”
GS: “Honestly…yesterday. Wait, technically it was today, like 4am.” (Not the answer she wanted to hear, but I was being honest, and I’m playing the LJBF thing to the hilt. BTW, it was HBelectrique.)
GS: “It was just a random physical thing. I’ve been worked up over someone and I needed to let the tension out. How about you? Last time?” (I noted by her physiology that she caught the ‘worked up over *you*’ bit, then I quickly threw the question back on her.)
HB: “Saturday night. He’s an ex-boyfriend back home. I’m not allowing myself to have sex with anyone new right now….”
GS: “Why is that?”

Well, the floodgate of revelation is open now. I’m kinda aloof and detached from all that she tells me. Just a listening, caring friend. Most the time I’m not even making eye contact, just gazing over the balcony as she speaks.

Well, she tells me that she’s has sex with quite a few guys (including some football player, a male stripper, etc) and she always feels empty and cheated. Like she’s not been able to say ‘no,’ she describes. Like they pursue her and she gives in, but it has never really felt like it was her choice. She always felt powerless. And it was always kinda the same. Just physical, not really emotional. Not caring, not passionate, not putting her needs first. And it was always unprotected and she gets paranoid and worried afterwards.

It’s a cinch from here. I’ll describe my sexual style in as tantalizing and as arrogant of a way as I want. Pull back. Have her chase. Have her beg. She’s obviously curious. She’s obviously looking for something that is not what she is used to. If I can put her in a trance and leave her smiling for days using only my voice, she knows I can fuck.

Notice how I am reframing her final issues while pulling back themes from our previous encounters. I also do a ‘she/you’ shift by starting out talking about the girl from last night. Damn this is good:

“I think we’re really different…I think we approach sex differently. The girl I was with last night was unusual for me. Because we didn’t share this emotional connection. But even so, I know that it was the best sex of her life. In fact, she told me so…. And I don’t regret it because I was able to give her something she was missing. I filled this void like no other man could. And it was amazing. The decision was mutual. I didn’t feel like I was getting more out of the experience than her. And she didn’t feel like she was getting more out of the experience than me. We both knew that it would be our only night together, so we didn’t have expectations. We just enjoyed the moment for what it was…all the pleasure and passion that two people can bring one another….

And we had protected sex. It shows proper respect not only for your partner, but for yourself. For me to ever have sex with a woman, she must understand this. And for me to make love with a woman she must also be aware of one more thing….My role is to bring you pleasure beyond anything you are used to, beyond anything you have ever experienced…to bring you absolute passion beyond anything you have even imagined. With every touch…every caress…every kiss…every look deep into your eyes…every penetrating word…my role is to make you come…over and over again…to the conclusion…that this is exactly what you need…and deserve…right now…”

Goddamn that’s a gem! This is why I’m a pick-up artist…to say shit like that and get the girl wet, wet, wet…

HB: “Do you want to make love to me?” (Said in a tone that is asking for reassurance.)
GS: “I haven’t decided yet… I am definitely attracted to you and very turned on right now. But I am not sure that you have understood completely what I am about. Do you understand that what I cannot offer you is a sense of future, but I will give you all I can until I have to leave?”
HB: “Yes.”
GS: “Do you understand that we will be using protection?”
HB: “Yes”
GS: “Do you understand how intense and incredible this will be?”
HB: “Yes.”
GS: “Do you want to make love to me?”
HB: “Yes.”

I can’t remember who led whom into the bedroom. But I know it was she who lit the candles. Usually when you think about a seduction, there’s a good period of time that elapses between that first kiss and the moment you’re in bed together. Not here. Something I like about this one—after that very first kiss (which had been delayed and delayed)—she’s suddenly ripping at my jeans! Naturally I slow her down and get her to enjoy being pampered and teased and savored. By the time I insert my finger, she is soaked and bucking wildly. But it just wouldn’t be complete without one little instance of LMR…

“We can’t…I can’t let you. You just had sex. It’s not fair…you can’t have two women, two days in a row…”

I continue fingering her and kissing her all over and I say, “You’re right…it’s not fair…that you’re getting all this attention and affection…being pampered and pleased…kissed and touched…exactly the way you like it…”

And we were set for the whole night and morning. The next (and last) time we got together we had sex in the planetarium (see Pt 1).

Bon moment. Aime la vie. GoneSavage

PS….just as an indicator of how she is hooked, here is the email she sent after the planetarium escapade:

”I can't seem to realize you are really gone, it's weird. The bar was closed yesterday so we changed our plans...I was so looking for you everywhere in the city in case you were walking around...I hoped I'd see you. Well, now I know where you are, well, not exactly but...anyway, it's a bad morning, I was 1 hour late to my job. I missed you so much but now I know you were gone, I'm kind of sad I must say...please, if you can, try to call me tonight, I wanna say real goodbyes. I finish working at 12pm, so if you have time in the afternoon, please ask a guy for a cell phone...or something like that. I miss you. It's not fair you left...”

GoneSavage: LR pt 2: Montreal: Flipping the Sexual Script

2005-08-18T03:31:00.000+02:00

Did you ever stop to think why Congress voted in 1970 to outlaw the use of sound to sell tobacco? Did you ever wonder why you could repeat what the teacher had just said when she stopped and asked, “Are you listening?” even though you hadn’t been listening? Did you ever consider why eyewitnesses can always agree on precisely what they heard, but none can recall with clarity quite what they saw?

So I’ve flaked on them twice. Then HBfashiondesign and her roommate walk to where they thought I was staying. Of course, I’m not there. So it’s almost like a third failed attempt at meeting. What’s next?

The next day I’m at Tam-Tams with KitKatMan. He’s witness to this crazy phone call. Basically I call her and explain that I attempted to meet, but I was late because of traffic and not knowing the city. I sincerely apologize. Then, assuming I still have her interest, I try to structure a new Day2 that will actually put me closer to her. In other words, not a neutral meeting place, but I will come straight to her home. Why? Because clearly I am unreliable, I have flaked twice already, and I’d hate for her to invest more time or resources on someone, not even knowing if he’ll be there or not. This way, she assumes no risk. The risk is all on me. (How’s that for reframing?)

It’s a fun conversation. She’s painting her living room. I talk about how I would not normally volunteer myself for work, especially since I am on vacation, but I feel bad about flaking and I would be willing to come help paint to make it up to her. I describe that it might actually be fun and we’d get into a paint fight and then make dinner together. Well, she bites—but she wants to finish the paining herself. Go ahead. The time we’ll meet is yet-to-be-determined, as I am set to call her back, I think at 9pm. I tell her that’s too late for dinner, but she should have some popsicles (she was eating one on the phone) and red wine ready when I get there.

I call later and catch her and finally—third day in a row at attempting this Day2—we’re set to meet at a particular Metro station. And we were set to meet late, like 10pm. I drove to the location and I’m looking for her to show in a red Turcel. Quickly I realize how many people in Montreal drive little red cars. And she’s late, getting later.

I’m thinking karma. I’ve flaked on her twice and now she’s getting me back. I call the house and get her roommate. She says that HBfashiondesign left to pick me up. Perhaps we have miss-communicated on the location (again). I tell the roommate specifically where I am and that I will stay there in case she calls or comes back—send her out again!

So I wait and wait and I sit there outside the Metro writing up another LR. And she finally shows…but look who’s with her…the roommate that I had been seducing on the phone…we finally meet…and she’s cute as can be. Not gorgeous like my girl, but adorably cute with ravenous eyes. Me likes.

And you see what had happened. There had been some kind of mix-up with the meet-up and my girl indeed went home, got my message (and the roommate) and came back out to find me. So it’s like eleven and here they BOTH are. I agree to follow in my vehicle. And you know what I’m thinking. Look at this continued doubled pursuit, look at the attraction and intrigue I have build with both, look at the email how the original girl is protective of and ‘loves’ the roommate, look how sexy they are, look at the time…is this really headed where I think?

So we get to their place and they are inseparable. Not affectionate with each other by any means, but neither will leave my company. I’m playing it by ear. They give me a tour and show me the rooms they have painted. They have good tastes, and we put on some chill music. I find out that they have known each other for a year, from school, and my girl studies fashion design and the other girl fashion marketing at a local reputable college. At nineteen, they are both very involved in the Montreal fashion-scene and putting together shows, etc.

No wine. We have some cookies. We’re in the kitchen. I introduce them both to The Cube. They love it. Things correlate easily with the ladder. The horse looks the same—easy to paint it as me without explicitly saying such. The horse is prancing around the bottom of my girl’s cube and running past the cube of the roommate. I’m trying to think how to escalate. I suggest a movie. They don’t have anything they haven’t seen, it’s late, etc etc.

My girl brings up handwriting analysis. I must have mentioned it at the club. Haven’t done this in a long time, but not a problem, I can show them the basics. For fun, I have them write in French. By the way, both girls are well educated and truly bilingual. It’s nice. They love the analysis and I show them the different traits in a teaching frame. My girl is much more inquisitive, but the other girl will not stop looking at me with this sly smile. I still can’t figure out the dynamic here.

I figure I need to give them time to speak to each other. I walk off to my girl’s bedroom and say, “When you get a minute, I’ll show you something really amazing.” I figure I’ll improvise some kind of dual massage. They exchange a few words in French, but it’s not long until they are both in the room. I instruct them to sit on the bed. My girl has to go to the bathroom.

While she’s gone, the roommate lies across the bed. I lay across her with my head on her abs and I start to show her how to give a hand massage. I believe I could have kissed her, but I did not want my initial girl to walk in on that. If this wasn’t going into threesome territory, my loyalty is still toward the original girl. Good call.

HBfashiondesign comes back and sees me lounging on her roommate with her hand in mine. She maintains her smile, but initiates conversation (in French, of course) with the roommate. They are both smiling and laughing and it is clear they are talking about me. Playfully, I’m like, “Okay okay, let me in on the joke, let’s practice English, what are you two saying about me?”

Well, my girl speaks, and I get slammed. As directly and clearly as can be, she says: “You’re in my bed and you’re touching my roommate. I believe that you know these things, that you learn pop psychology, to make women comfortable around you. So you can sleep with them. In fact, I don’t think you even care which one of us. ”

Damn. Looks like this wasn’t going to be a threesome after all. Maybe ‘taking everything as an IOI’ has nipped me in the ass. In retrospect, I actually wonder to what degree they had communicated ahead of time to keep things ambiguous and a little flirty, especially with the second girl. These girls are definitely socially savvy.

So it was a test, of sorts. Some guys would say a heavy ‘shit-test.’ Big deal. Most of the ‘shit-test’ stuff I just roll with instead of debating or deflecting. Sort of an acceptance then a reframe; pacing and leading. Okay, cool, let’s reframe this. And it goes a little something like this….

“I’m really amazed by how perceptive you are. You’re a little off in your analysis, but I love the way you observe and interpret things. And I appreciate you ability to just come forward and bluntly tell me your impression. I value directness and honest opinions. You’re right…I love to be around beautiful women. I love the company of attractive women, but that is not enough. For me to be truly comfortable opening up, I need to know that you also have other qualities. If a girl is genuine and real, and intelligent, and perceptive, and has a positive energy and a great outlook on life, then that is when I really consider taking things physically. And that’s why I study things that you call ‘pop psychology’ because they help me screen out people that I don’t match with. So I don’t waste my time. Sex as a physical act is mere athletics, stuff like The Cube and handwriting analysis help me find those rare women that are compatible emotionally. We’re at a crossroads here because I truly find you both attractive and compatible. I would be lying if I told you otherwise. It’s a strange circumstance because I’m on a path to certain adventure and a connection like you have never imagined and it looks like only one of you can join me. If you think about the things I have shown you tonight, then we all know whom.”

Yes, I said this as a monologue. I delivered this calmly and matter-of-factly, more slowly, and probably with even more words. Yes, they both sat quietly and listened.

I’m intentionally ambiguous, especially there at the end. During this little monologue I was looking back and forth at them both, probably a bit more at HBfashiondesign who seemed to be devouring my words with her eyes. The other girl sits peacefully with an unchanging smile. But when I feel like I’ve said enough (perhaps too much I’m thinking), I turn away. It works. Without any verbal exchange, I hear someone, one girl, leave the room. I turn back and I’m face-to-face with HBfashiondesign.

I say, “I’m here for you. And I’m here for a reason.” And she literally explodes in tears and embraces me. I just hold her tight and let her cry. Finally she asks me to let her roommate know that she is okay. Sure.

I go into the other girl’s room and she’s just changed into a nightgown. I say, “Remember how your horse was just kinda running past you and how [HBfashiondesign] saw the same horse but he was behaving much differently? Well, I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you and the attraction here is unmistakable, but, um, it looks like I’m here for her. She has something bothering her, I don’t know if you know about it, but I’m going to help her.” She nods and says nothing. I give her a big hug and say goodnight.

I go back to HBfashiondesign and I just have this convincing attitude that I can help her. I’m not thinking about sex, just that vague concept of “leave them better than you found them.” And I have this conviction that I can do something profound and leave her feeling great. I take on this healer frame that is incredibly empowering and I say “I can help you. I can make you feel amazing.” She starts to tell me that she has a feeling of emptiness, this ‘void’ inside her. She cries a lot for no reason. I tell her that I do not need details or specifics to make her feel great.

At this point she tells me that she’s not going to have sex with me. She’s not ready. Okay. But she further states that she’s not attracted to me ‘that way’ and can never be. Ouch, that hurts a little. Yeah, I got LJBF’ed. I’ve got that voice that’s saying “You went from being a pop-psychology entertainer to a friend with no benefits, do not become her therapist!” But what I can’t convey is this strange sense of purpose that I had anyway. I was going to do it; I was going to try my best to make her feel great without even thinking of sex.

First I said something to her that kinda seemed to me like I was flip-flopping at the time. But as I look back, I think it was a strong thing to say to get her chasing. I said: “I really want to help you, but my role is not as a therapist. We all have different roles in our lives…you’re a daughter, a sister, a roommate, a best friend, a student…but the role I’m interested in is you as a woman. I know that we are meant to be more than friends. But I have to leave soon, so I can accept not having you as a lover. And I want to give you this experience, because I know it will make you feel remarkable inside and allow you to move into the future full of hope and passion.”

So I was careful of several things. I reiterated that I’m not a therapist—I just know how to communicate in ways that make people feel good. Absolutely everything I said was positive. I made it a point for her not to tell me specifically of any traumatic ‘instances.’ I was not ‘healing’ her, just giving her a new perspective. I knew I could do this just based on my conviction and self-confidence and the other ‘inner’ attributes that we talk about. It’s all the same.

I had her close her eyes and hold my hands as we sat across from each other on the bed. I first drew her awareness to tangible sensations (being aware of noises in the room, temperatures and textures, breathing, the sound of my voice) and then led her more and more into feelings (like feeling complete, feeling whole, having a sense of purpose, a sense of certainty, hope, assurance, sureness, confidence, etc etc) Then I led her on this relaxing guided visualization journey that was utterly pleasing and vivid. Nothing really involved, just leading her imagination. Just using the power of my voice and carefully chosen words to bring her a pleasant and positive experience.

Afterwards, she tells me how good it felt and I explain to her that whenever she feels something negative or she feels that ‘void’ creeping in, she’ll remember this experience and all those wonderful positive sensations. I describe to her how I watched her physiology change and how she would melt or smile or grip my hands. It was fun. I left at like 5:30 in the morning. She had to work so early (she is a physical trainer at a gym) and said she’d just stay up. I left her on a really upbeat note and I hugged her and reminded her that I didn‘t know how long I would be staying, but I value our friendship and I hope we both make an effort to get together and do something, you know as friends.

And I leave with that mentality. I’m comfortable with being just friends. Actually, honestly, I’m kinda thinking this—you know it’s too bad that I am leaving because I bet she would be really cool to have as a friend. And well, since we’d just be friends, I bet I could get in easily will all her hot fiends! Haha, I’m only a man. But yeah, other than that thought, I’m really cool with just being friends. The point is, I really left feeling like I made a positive impact on her life and I did not need to pursue her sexually.

Now if she pursues me…that’s a different story. Right?

Bon moment. Aime la vie. GoneSavage

GoneSavage: LR pt 1: Montreal: Flipping the Sexual Script

2005-08-16T13:31:00.000+02:00

Back in the USA now. I was in Montreal for one month, having left on the 11th of August. As a measure of how incredible I found the city, consider that the most time I had spent on the PUA-Tour in any other city was one week. But of course, I had a travel deadline in Montreal, so I had to keep moving toward that destination. It’s also interesting to note that I never closed in Montreal until the tenth day (LRx3). Then things kind of exploded for me. I hope to get all the stories recorded soon, as they are all exceptional and exciting.

So for my last day, I treated myself to the pleasure of two women (though not at the same time): HBfashiondesign and HBdaycare. The rendezvous with HBfashiondesign was one of the most thrilling and exhilarating encounters on my sexual resume. Damn hot.

Wednesday she took me out for lunch and then suggested we go to the Planetarium. She bought our tickets and on the way in she says, “I intend to be touched.” Just like that. Of course, I had been fingering her earlier at the park, and I knew she was still worked up. We’re in the theater with like ten field trip groups—hundreds of little kids filling the place. There’s a small section of other visitors. But by no means are we secluded. We’ve got about four seats to our left and to our right that are empty. Couples are at both ends of our isle. No one is directly in front of us. No one is directly behind us, but the isle is occupied two seats down diagonally.

The show starts and it is not long until ours does too. I’m sure it’s no coincidence that she’s wearing a skirt. I’m touching her and she’s got her knees on the seats in front of us. She’s squirming madly. I maintain my composure and let her lose control. She says, “This is too much, you have to stop teasing me. I want you in me so bad.” Hmmm…

I keep her arousal high and she’s got my cock out and is stroking it hard. She says, “This is too much. I just want to climb on top of you. Is there any way to do this?” I tell her that I don’t think so. She looks disappointed. But I’m thinking. Bathroom? Now? Too obvious. Too much of a disturbance. Maybe after the show? It will be swarmed with kids. We’re still working each other heavily. “I want you now. I don’t care who sees us.”

In a slight commotion, I get her to position her right leg behind me on my seat. We have an unmoving arm-rest to deal with. I pull her left leg on top of me and against my chest. Her knee is basically at my chin. She’s got her arms around me and we’re facing each other, but we have just enough mobility to face foreword when necessary. After putting a condom on, I pull her panties to the side and I slide in. Really fucking exciting.

Don’t know the last time you’ve been to a Planetarium, but it’s a lot more risky than a typical theater. First of all, it’s not always completely dark; images are projected illuminating the room for brief periods. Second, the ceiling-screen is a curved dome, so the entire audience could be looking right over your head if the narrator draws attention to that area. And here we are fucking under the stars. And I keep up this erotic embrace for the entire show. Hitting it hard with lots of movement during the darkest moments. Playing it slow and sensual when the room is more lit. Was anyone aware? Probably. I know people were giving us looks when we walked out. I think we both avoided eye-contact with folks until we got outside where we shared a good laugh and held each other tight.

Anyway, that was our second and (unfortunately) our last fuck. Pretty intense way to go. So how did it all start with HBfashiondesign?

This is her story. It’s an interesting tale that involves a foolish misinterpretation, dramatic let’s-just-befriending, and larger-than-life frame control. And in the end, I get the girl…wrapped around my finger. Overall, the dominant theme and key to this lay is reframing….

Note: This LR is dense with actual email correspondence from HBfashiondesign.

Oh yeah… One more thing that I became aware of in Montreal (especially from hanging with Papi Chulo, KitKatMan, Tarzan, AtoZ, and Hyunghu) is that I have become quite effective at conveying what it is that I do. Right now, I’m pretty good at explaining and teaching my mindsets, beliefs, and techniques. It’s good fun. In fact, as a rare gesture, I’ll meet up with and give a tight infield workshop to anyone able to put new tires on the purple-n-green love machine. That’s all I need to keep moving. I’m about to be in a dire situation as my tires are as bald as HBfashiondesign’s muff. Haha. Anyway, email me offlist….

I met her on July 19th at Club Loft. For some reason this club has a huge draw on Tuesdays. Mostly what I remember about the place is that it was the hottest club I had ever been to (temperature-wise) with no AC and I was absolutely drenched with sweat. Like everyone else in the place. There was a rooftop terrace and a huge line of people waiting to get to the top. The other thing that I remember is that my game was going nowhere in the lower level. Loud, bad music, way too hot. Very francophone crowd that would sooner walk away than even attempt to speak English with me. So I get in line to go to the terrace where it will be cooler and quieter and hopefully communication will go further.

She was in a group consisting of three other women. All were remarkably attractive. They had their own table and a pitcher of beer. They looked like a group of close friends happily making their own fun. I pull up a chair and join them at their table. They’re shocked. I immediately start talking about my impression of the club and of Montreal.

I get the ‘where are you from’ stuff out of the way and I tell them that I’ve been given my own Canadian province to populate. Then I start a future-projection role-playing scenario in which I tell them the positions that I need filled and we help each other determine who’s right for each. So the girl who knows the most about the city is my tour guide. The girl who responds the most when I ask what words are in French becomes my French teacher. The third girl is my cook. I tell her that I expect more than maple syrup, Canadian bacon, and putine and I tell her all the cuisines she must master.

I’ve saved my target for last. She’s not only the most beautiful, but she also has the most dominant energy of the group. We could match wits all night, for real. But largely, until now, I have been ignoring her and not acknowledging her questions and interjections while I talked with the other girls. I wanted to make them laugh and get them to be comfortable and accepting of my presence. Done.

So now I have the attention of primarily my girl and the second-hottest girl. The second girl is quite flirty. My girl tells me that this one is drunk. And to not mess with her. I shake my head in agreement. I compliment my girl’s leadership and protective qualities. I then assign her as my ‘spiritual advisor’ and I describe how she is going to read my horoscope daily, be my motivation coach, and overwhelm me with positivism and optimism. I tell her that I need her to be open, adventurous, intelligent, and trustworthy. I quickly give her a version of the trust test, framed as screening her for trustworthiness.

By now, the friends want to go dance. She wants to go with the friends. We’re all standing and we’re directly in front of each other now. I say, “It was fun messing around with your friends and sharing laughs with them, but to get to know you was the reason I came and sat down. I found you attractive, and now I see that you are more than just a pretty face. I have a feeling that if we spent time together one-on-one we would totally ‘click’ and who knows how we might enhance each other’s lives.”

And I go into my ‘cell-phone doesn’t work here’ close. Neither of us has a pen for her to take my email. The friends claim not to have pens and they are nagging her to dance. She says, “Just remember my phone number.” Skeptically, I tell her that there is no way I’m going to remember it, but I will try because I know that she will benefit so much by hanging out with me again. They head off downstairs. I find someone with a pen and write down the number I’ve been repeating. Funny thing, I did actually memorize the number. Of all the girls I dealt with in Montreal, this is the only number I had memorized, and it’s still stuck in my head. Sneaky girl.

So the next day, I call her from the Marriott and leave a message telling her that I’m easier to keep in touch with by email and I leave my email address. I wait two days before I call again, as she has not written. I return to the Marriott (found a phone I use to make free local calls) and I call the number and my girl’s not there, but I get her roommate on the phone….

This is intense. The roommate sounds hella cute. And she’s working as an intern designing underwear! How fun. I kept talking to the roommate and I was playing heavy on themes of once in a lifetime opportunities and seizing the moment, etc, etc. I’m trying to get this girl to come out and meet me that night, blind-date style. I tell a story of perfect lovers who leave things up to ‘fate’ to meet again and when they finally do, they don’t recognize each other. We’re given one chance and that we have to take advantage, NOW. Isn’t it exciting…come meet me. Anyway, she lives so far away, etc etc. I get her to agree to meet me the next day after work.

Man, this girl sounded so sweet. Two nineteen year old roommates. What am I to do? I’m thinking that, if nothing else, I have introduced a little competition. And what do you know, that night the initial girl sends me an email. So, it looks like she did get the earlier message after all when I left my email address. Here it is:

“I heard you met [my roommate] tonight. It's really strange that you connected with her as well. I can understand though because she's pretty much at the same level as I am. I must warn you though….I'm not afraid of people, not even of you. I must admit that we don't meet a lot of people of your kind. So, like I said the night we met, I trust people, I trust you, but if you mess with me or [my roommate], I will be so mad you can't imagine. Take care of her, don't mess with her.....I love her. I'm sorry to tell you that so early, but I want to be clear. My friends didn't see right through you that night and they told me to be careful…so as I like my friends and myself, I will be on my guard just a little bit. I have no problem meeting you...as long as you’re polite, friendly and deep. I'm not in a really good place right now, so maybe that's why we connected. You see, I felt what you had to give me, and if you can help me just to let go....that would be great. I won’t tell you more because I'm tired, like always, and I need to get some rest. I work tomorrow till 10 pm, and then, as soon as I’m finished, I will be getting home where you can call me. I will probably be there around 11 pm or 11.30 pm. So call me if you're interested. By the way, I'm pretty impressed that you remembered my phone number…really impressed!”

So…they were talking about me. Interest now seems high with both. The email is pretty revealing. The next day, Friday, was my triple-lay day (LRx3: Trois beautées en une seule journée), which took some careful orchestrating, so I flaked on meeting the roommate. That night I call and I get the original girl on the phone. Check this out…it turns out that they were BOTH at the meeting spot, set to see me. Hmmm…. Well, I keep chatting with this girl and we set up a time to meet the next night. But again, we set up a time and place that I would be meeting them BOTH. Interesting.

Well, I’m an asshole. I flake AGAIN. I actually tried to make it, but I was driving downtown on a Saturday night and I never anticipated so much traffic. I did show up, but I was like forty minutes late. Didn’t see them, although there is some confusion as to whether we even came to the same spot. Oh well. I go off and do my thing-thing, and when I check my email in the morning, I read this:

“You poor guy, you missed us twice in two days...fate is against you. Ok, its 2:06 in the morning...we are at the Marriot hotel, we are waiting down stairs. I hope you get the message tonight. We need your last name to get to your room. Leave us your room number so we can get in touch.”

Are you thinking what I’m thinking? What might have happened if I had gotten this email? Why are they BOTH so determined to meet? (It’s funny that they assume I stay at the Marriott because I call from there.) How were they able to send an email from the hotel? What did they do between the time we were set to meet and 2am? How long did they wait in the hotel lobby for me? How can I turn this around after flaking TWICE? What’s next?

To be continued… Trust me, it gets better. I will post PART 2 when I get twenty or so unique responders….

Bon moment. Aime la vie. GoneSavage

GoneSavage: LR: Montreal: Crazy Francophone Sex

2005-08-12T03:25:00.000+02:00

Saturday July 30th… This post details my first SDL in Montreal. The experience was both very challenging and very rewarding. We’ll call this 22 year old HBfrancofolies. The prevalent theme here is persistence.

I’ve encountered a couple people that assert that Québécois (French-Canadian) girls are “easy.” In my experience so far, I disagree. I’ve had plenty of girls not open up whatsoever and I’ve lost plenty due to ASD or bad logistics. However, I offer the following observations on Montreal:

--PDA (including girl-girl PDA) seems a little more socially permissible.
--I’ve noticed a disproportionate amount of hot chicks with ugly guys.
--Prostitution and ‘contact’ strip bars and sex shops are commonplace.
--The city is huge; there’s a lot of intermingled cultures and festivals every summer night.

It really appears to be a laid-back chill kinda place that seems remarkably socially tolerant. One of the first things I tell new people I meet is that everyone I have met so far has been really kind, open, receptive, and responsive. I believe it sets the stage for them to be the same. A few more observations:

--Québécoise girls respond to me in spite of the fact that I am American, certainly not because of it.
--Francophone girls respond to me in spite of the fact that I speak no French, not because of it. (In fact, it downright annoys some to have to speak English.)
--Speaking English in addition to French is a matter of attaining a proper education. It has been explained to me by several people that the francophone have resentment for going to a poor school or for having not done well in school to be truly bilingual.
--Quebec has its own sense of regional pride. The Québécoise express disdain for the United States, as well as other Canadian province, especially Ontario. And also the “from-France” French.
--Quebec has its own laws (including those enforced by “language police”), customs, music, cuisine etc, etc.
--Virtually no one can tell you how many states are in the US or how many provinces are in Canada. No one cares.
--Monday, one day shy of three weeks in Montreal, I officially lost my tourist-aura; three people asked me for directions. As such, my stories as a visitor are much less potent.

So what about the fucking lay report?!? Onward…

I’m at this street festival called FrancoFolies. It’s a huge free event that features seven stages of francophone musicians. Very diverse crowd. Very crowded. Very loud.

I’m watching this French hip-hop group end their set. I pass behind the stage (it’s in the street) to avoid the crowd at the front and make my way to a different area. I notice that there are actually young teenage girls with little autograph books waiting. A few meters away there is a really cute blonde standing alone at the side of the stage. Average height, average attire, fit body, but her face is really super beautiful. I notice she has a laminate around her neck.

“Hey are you waiting to get an autograph? Are you a groupie?” She misunderstands. She’s telling me to go behind the stage if I want an autograph. I drop the thread. “Hey what’s this for?” I grab her laminate. “What’s your role in all this?” She tells me to speak French. I tell her that it’s International English Day and everyone worldwide is speaking English today and she can go back to French tomorrow.

You know how Mystery says that the most important state to be in is talkative? And Juggler says that you have to be willing to carry 90% of the conversation in the beginning? Well, it’s not always the case. But with the francophone, I think it’s mostly necessary—and I just keep talking. I’m telling her how much I like the city and how nice everyone is and how it’s so nice to have stumbled upon this festival and how I need a tour guide and a French teacher.

Finally she asks where I am from. Finally she tells me that she works for the record label that handles the rap group that we just saw. So you do know some English, you bad girl. She tells me that she has to go meet someone at another stage. I’m like, “Cool. What band? Are they any good? I’ll go with you. What a beautiful night…” Blah blah blah…

We walk to the other stage. She asks my name and we shake hands. I tell her to spin and she’s reluctant. I tell her to lighten up and smile.

HB: “Look, I’ll hang out with you. But this isn’t going to go where you want it to go. I have a boyfriend.”
GS: “Cool. Don’t make assumptions. I’m just here to smile and laugh and enjoy the moment. That’s it. Be nice and I’ll treat you to the captivating company of a perfect stranger. Hey, you going to the fireworks competition? I was about to go to the Old Port…”
HB: “I know a better spot. We’ll have to take the Metro though.”
GS: “Okay, but if we miss the fireworks, I’ll be so disappointed and I’ll go find a new best friend. Hey, what’s ‘fireworks’ in French?”

Honestly, at this point, I think it’s a loss. She’s really standoffish with her arms crossed and such. I figured we would separate once we got to the vicinity of the fireworks, where I wanted to mingle anyway. But I still get this oh-so-slight vibe of interest even though her demeanor changes not at all. Damn she’s cute. And this poker face is so alluring.

And she asks me if I have ever had a Queque de Castor (Beaver’s Tail). It’s a flat deep-fiend pastry topped with cinnamon and lemon juice (or other confections). I have not had one, but they have been recommended to me. She tells me that she is addicted to them. So we stop walking and I thought she was going to order one and give me a bite. But she orders two. Cool. I thank her for being such a sweetie and I give her a big hug.

We eat our snack and head to the Metro. On the train, I just keep conversation light and playful and I continue smiling at her. I ask her words in French, which gives her a chance to correct me and make fun of me. We get to Papineau and “it looks like everyone knows about your secret spot.” The sortie for the station is so densely packed with everyone coming to watch the last night of the Fireworks Competition.

I extend my hand to her. She shakes her head and says, “No.” I grab her hand and lean in and say, “So we don’t get separated.” I’m holding her hand and I initiate a little light finger rubbing. It is not returned. But she continues to hold my hand after we are out of the crowd. The whole area is chockablock. I casually let her hand fall.

We sit and chat a little. She’s frustrated that I can’t speak any French. The fireworks begin and the crowd falls silent. It’s a half hour show. At one point I take her hand and put it on my knee. She pulls it away, “Why is it so important to you?” I say, “Because it’s fun and it makes you feel good. This isn’t going anywhere, so we might as well be close for the few minutes that we are together. Just pretend.” I take her hand again and give her a big grin.

I hold her hand between both of mine. I look to the sky, not at her. The show is amazing. I start, ever so lightly, rubbing my finger in circles across her hand. Slowly building in pressure and variance. When I stop--what do you know--she’s ever-so-lightly rubbing my hand.

After the show, I spin her and hug her and thank her for showing me such a wonderful spot. We walk to a Depanneur to get some water. “What next?” I ask if she wants to get a beer or a coffee. She says she just wants to sit and talk. It’s Saturday night and people are everywhere and she wants to get out of the crowd. I ask if she knows of a little park. We walk to one she knows of and it is blocked off for the night. I lead her to this concrete railing big enough for us to sit upon.

Oh yeah, right before this, there was another point where I almost walked away:

HB: “Don’t touch me. I told you I have a boyfriend.”
GS: “Sure, okay. I only have a couple days to enjoy the excitement and energy of this city. You seem pretty cool and I’d like for you to just relax and show a little enthusiasm in these moments that we have together. There is nothing that I expect from you except that we just show each other mutual respect and, you know, smile and laugh. Like this!”
HB: “I don’t really care. I could be all like this flirty tour guide of yours and say ‘Look at this! Look at this!’ but I don’t feel like it. I don’t feel comfortable with you.”
GS: “No problem. I’m sure you are tired, we can talk, or maybe I should go off and find someone with a littler more enthusiasm and energy. I rather enjoy your company and your perspective on things, but I’m only here a couple more days…maybe we can do something tomorrow. Do you have email?”
HB: “This isn’t fun anymore. I have to go.”
GS: “Sure, let’s just sit down and talk for a minute…”

So we sit on the concrete railing and talk. I tell her that she seems a lot different than me and that we butt heads too much. Bu if we had like a whole day to just focus on getting to know each other we’d be the kind of people who align their energies and just “get” each other and we’d be best friends. “Hey let me show you this cool visualization exercise. Once I tell you the secret it will be something you’ll want to share with all your friends. Most of all it will let me know of you are the kind of person I’d really enjoy spending time with…” So I introduce her to The Cube. Spot on.

I love when you’re with a woman and you can see the transformation taking place. Like the walls, the barriers are just melting away. She’s laughing more, she more open and expressive, she’s more receptive to touch. I love that.

So we continue talking and I ask some fun questions. She’s comfortable holding my hand. I feel its time to kiss her. I go in and it is eagerly accepted. Devoured.

Suddenly things are comfortable and fun. I spin her and tickle her and we kiss some more. We talk about getting a drink or bungee jumping off the Olympic Stadium. We walk hand in hand. It’s midnight and the Metro will close soon. I find out that she can drive and that she has a car (kinda rare here). So I say, for us to hang out, we either have to get my car and drive downtown or go get your car and drive downtown. Or we’ll be stuck until the subway opens in the morning. We look at the Metro map and decide to get my car. We sit outside the Metro and hold each other and chat.

She’s close but she’s still telling me how she has a boyfriend and she lives with him and she can’t do anything with me and she knows she is passing up an opportunity. I just smile and nod. She goes on to tell me that she wishes it didn’t have to be that way…she wishes that we didn’t have to be so exclusive and monogamous. I say “It doesn’t have to be that way; you just ended up with someone who’s not me. I would have so much to teach someone as open and adventurous as you. It really is too bad I can’t let this happen.” (Notice that I act as if it is not going to happen for my reasons.)

So I talk about how I screen women for good energy and intelligence and high self esteem with The Cube and questions that I ask. I talk about how for the right woman, I provide fairytale romance. I put her on a pedestal and treat her like a queen. I tell her that even if out time together is short, she will be adored and fulfilled beyond her dreams. She tells me that she knows she is missing something, but she just can’t. Okay. She tells me that her relationship with her boyfriend was open and rewarding long ago, but now they are in a lease together and he’s the jealous type, etc. She also tells me that she has been with women and I ask her what she finds sexy about women.

I tell her that there is someone she has to meet. I tell her about this gorgeous and passionate woman that will just love her. And even though I will be gone and never get to see this, I will put them in touch because I know they will enjoy each other. I’m trying to get her to accept the idea of cheating—just not with me. (Another woman—that doesn’t count, right?) I borrow her phone and call HBcafe.

GS: “Hey sweetheart, I have someone I’d like you to meet…”
HB: “Is it a girl?”
GS: “Mmmhmmm…and she’s absolutely adorable. I could just eat her up she’s so gorgeous. You will like her. She’s so breathtaking and passionate and she’s am amazing kisser.”

Anyway, I’m storking HBfrancofolies face and kissing her while I talk to HBcafe. She tells me that she is already drinking, is going to get hammered, and can’t meet us. But she tells me to have fun and come see her one last time on Sunday. I agree. Meanwhile, HBfrancofolies reminds me that we have to rush and catch the last Metro. Okay.

So there was a minute of deliberation and she talked herself out of going to my station to get my vehicle. Okay, I’ll come with you. There’s still hesitation. “We’ll go get your car and drive back downtown and have a drink. All in casual fun. Don’t you have a CD that you want to give me?”

So we get to her place. Nice loft apartment, kinda messy. She gives me about ten promo CDs. We kiss a few times and share a Corona. She plays some music and shows me the hammock on her terrace. When I try to take things beyond kissing, she says, “No. I told you it wasn’t going to happen. I have to drive you home now.”

“Okay cool, what do you want to listen to on the ride? Pick out a good CD.” I know it seems like I got rejected. But somehow I’m thinking…she just doesn’t want it here; it’s his place too… when we get to my wheel estate, I have home-court advantage. It’s ON.

So we drive across the city. We’re just talking about music and travel and such. I have her park next to the van. I hop out and pull my computer out of the van and I tell her I am going to show her some pictures. I show her a few shots outside the van, and then, noticing that it is lightly raining, I invite her to come into the van.

Of course she thinks it is cozy. She divulges that for like a year she crashed at the apartments of different friends while all her belongings were kept in her car. A little different than my story, but relative. I like her openness now. So I show her a few pictures and close the computer with some Bonobo running.

I pull her close and we proceed to make out. She reminds me that she can’t do anything even though she really wants to. She says I am “cute” and that she knows it would be really amazing. Okay, cool. Now is the time that I break into sensual talk. Seemed wise to save it until I could get her close and in isolation. We’re lying down with our limbs intertwined. I’m whispering in her ear. Themes of sensuality and desire and arousal. I describe how aroused I know that I have her and how I can tell she is wet without touching her.

We’re kissing and caressing each other and I’m not blocked reaching into her jeans. Of course she is soaked and I tell her so. She reminds me of the boyfriend one more time. I say, “At this point there are only two options, either you leave him for more fulfilling options or you allow yourself this intense, passionate, juicy secret that you’ll remember and cherish for the rest of your life.” I slide my finger deep inside her and whispher, “I want to taste you…”

“Do you have a condom?” This was actually unexpected. I said, “Of course…I wouldn’t have you any other way…but, right now, I just want to taste you.” So we rip each other’s clothes off and I tease her while she is literally begging for cock. “I want you in me…I want you in me…now…”

She says, “Don’t you leave a trace of this on me.” And it was wild. Very intense, thrashing about kind of sex. She was quite verbal and obscene, which I like. “This is so fucking amazing…I love the way you fuck me…” alternating with a few French expressions.

When we were done, she dressed, then drove away with this devilish grin.

Love Life. GoneSavage

GoneSavage: LR pt 2: Montreal: Taking Two from Tam-Tams

2005-08-03T14:45:00.000+02:00

Part II

We say goodbye to HBnurse and I turn to HBgraphicartist and say that I have only half-an-hour before a commitment. OK. We walk a couple blocks and tease each other about getting tattoos. I tell her that should get a unicorn or a dolphin to be ultra cliché.

I said, “I know what you want” and I walk toward this sex shop. She says, “I’m not going in there.” I said, “I know, but don’t you want this bling-bling rhinestone bra?” as I pointed toward the mannequin in the window. I tell her that I want to see her in an elegant black evening gown and we’ll go out for martinis. She says she prefers champagne. The real shit from the mother land. “Cool, but you have to wear heels.”

She tells me about this pub with vines along the walls and we go there. Cool. We share one drink, as I remind her that I have somewhere to be. We sit together on a couch and I break into the heavy statements of intent.

The powerful SOIs and seductive talk:

I like you, you’ve captured my attention because you are unique and fantastic and empathetic and authentic. (Etc, etc). And I have a lot to teach and show a woman like you. But I want you to feel like you deserve a man like me and you believe in true romance. Too many women live romance vicariously (books, movies, soaps, etc) and never feel like they truly deserve or are capable of real-life romance. Do you want this? Do you deserve this?

Okay, because I am intense and passionate and I deliver experience that you will remember and cherish for the rest of your life. And I’m emotionally high maintenance…I expect back rubs and breakfast in bed and love notes in French.

She laughs. I have her massage my hand. I tell her I am going to ask her three questions and she has to get two out of three right to win. (Adapted from Juggler.) What’s the prize, she asks? Me, of course. She laughs…

The sensuality questions:

What’s a more sensual food? Strawberries, whip cream, or chocolate syrup?
(The right answer is strawberries and I riff on the theme of having this plump fresh juicy strawberry and how sensual the act of feeding it to your lover would be.)
What’s more sensual…a hot steamy bath or a warm inviting shower?
(The right answer is bath and I riff on themes of anticipation…waiting for the tub to fill…and having the steam travel up your body as you slowly insert that first toe, every molecule in your body filling with delight and pleasure.)
What is more sensual…soft tender kisses on your neck, or tiny light biting on your ear?
(This one is arbitrary, then I demonstrate each, saying…so you like this…better than…this?)

Anyway, she got them all wrong and I had to leave her.

Yeah right. When a girl gets them wrong I jut have her explain her point of view and then I seductively explain mine. HBgraphicartist is still all about the shower, and she says, “I’ll just have to show you.” (Did I mention it was ON?) We share our first proper French kiss after the bit about neck versus ear. Amazing kisser.

GS: “Well, it was nice connecting with you, but I really have to get going. Come hang out with me tomorrow evening.”
HB: “Um, actually I have a date tomorrow.”
GS: “That’s funny because I have a date too…right now.”
HB: (laughs)
GS: “But…I’ll cancel my date… if you agree to cancel yours. It looks like we’ve found something already.”
HB: (thinking) “…OK”

Fun exchange. Does she really have a date? Dunno. If so, is she really going to cancel? Dunno. All I know is I did indeed flake on the date that I genuinely had. And this girl is stunningly gorgeous. But so is the girl I am dealing with here. Wow. So I decide to pursue the woman at hand while her buying temperature is high. I’ll have to find a way to make it up to the other girl later.

Then I talk about how I love women, how I love nothing more than to please those that meet my criteria. How I happily put women on a pedestal, etc. Here is a gem:

“It’s kinda like this. You ever been to the Insectarium? Yeah? Cool, then you know what I’m talking about. You know how you get a little bit of cantaloupe or smashed banana on your finger and you can coax a butterfly onto your hand. Yeah. Fun, huh? So, you’ve got this beautiful creature, this amazing living thing right in front of you. (I hold my hand up to my eyes like I am looking at a butterfly.) And you just sit here and you look at it and it makes you smile. You don’t want to possess it, you don’t want to keep it, and you don’t want to hurt it. You just want to appreciate it and admire it for what it is. Just for being. Just for making you smile. And you realize that the whole time the butterfly has the ability to just…fly away. With me, it’s just like this with women. For as long as you choose to be with me, as long as you feel you deserve this, I will treat you to my attention and affection…absolutely adore you…and show you things that will make you feel extremely beautiful and appreciated as the amazing woman that you are.”

She says, “You’re very poetic.” I say, “Thanks. Maybe later I will share an actual poem with you, and then you can read me poetry in French. I’ll have no idea what you are saying, but you know I love the sound of your voice, especially when you speak French.” Predictably, she says something in French. I motion my eyes and my head to look as if I am melting. We laugh together and leave without even finishing the drink. I lead HBgraphicartist to the Metro and I pull out my map of the stations.

GS: “You won’t believe where I’m staying…all the way up here.”
HB: “Really. I’m right here. Same line.”
GS: “Cool. How many roommates do you have?”
HB: “None, I live alone.” (perfect…)
GS: “So, are you a good cook, you like cooking?”
HB: “Yes. I love to cook.”
GS: “Really…what’s your best dish?”
HB: “Um, I dunno…desserts, I like baking.”
GS: “Cool, well maybe I’ll cook and you can make dessert. You like spicy food, right? I can’t find anyone in Canada that likes spicy food. What’s in your fridge right now?”
HB: “Uh, nothing really.”
GS: “Sounds like you eat in Chinatown too much. Well, we’ll go to the store and start from scratch. It’ll be fun and a great chance to see how we work as a team.”

The end game:

We take the Metro to her stop. On the train ride I take the conversation away from sensuality and back to strengthening rapport. So I don’t get labeled as the guy with a one-track mind. I have her teaching me French and translating posters. Off the train, it’s a five minute walk to her pad. We hold hands and I keep the conversation on the surroundings. She tells me her apartment is messy and she wasn’t expecting company. Of course not. I greet her cat (already knew its name—tangent to the animal question.) I tell her to give me a tour.

Really fucking nice place. Spacious with great furniture and lots of stuff to look at. I admire her own paintings and drawings, which are really quite good. I browse her bookshelves. We share tastes in authors and artists and I let her know.

I’m exactly where I want to be. I’m with a gorgeous twenty-three year old woman who is smart, sensual, creative, and who seems to have her shit together career-wise. And it looks like this is all panning out off the first date. A date that I took her on with another woman! Good times.

Dinner never happened. I told her to put on her favorite movie (already knew what it was and that she owned it). I found some candles and we shared a single glass of red wine. We’re in the living room by candle light. We’ve both seen the movie and we start skipping ahead to watch her favorite scenes. Green light.

We kiss and make out on the couch. I kiss every area of her skin that is easily exposed. I give her some light massage. I tease her with my kisses and I playfully caress her. I stand up, extend my hands and pull her up. I grab one of the candles and I lead her to the bathroom. I turn on the shower (remembering her SOI to me). She says, “hold on,” and goes to get the other two candles.

What proceeded was the most passionate and intimate encounter of her life. It’s definitely the most sensual experience I’ve had on my trip. I probably spent half-an-hour just undressing her and kissing and caressing every part of her body. She undressed me just as slowly. I’m looking at her body and it’s absolutely flawless. Amazing. She has the prefect all-over tan and absolutely no scars or even birthmarks. She’s as fit as can be with super tight abs, her ass and breasts are supple yet firm, and I think she has probably the perfect hip-to-waste ratio. I’m just in awe at how impeccably gorgeous this woman is. I tell her that I think she is absolutely breathtaking and she melts in my arms and says “thank you.” I feel like we’re in a movie.

So I lead her into the shower and things get really hot. We give each other oral pleasure and it’s the most erotic thing by candle light with water cascading over our bodies. I’m eating her out and fingering her and she’s getting really worked up and she says, “Let’s take this somewhere else.” She turns the water off, hops out, throws me a towel and gets one for herself. She starts drying herself off.

I know there’s absolutely no reason to rush this. I take my towel and slowly and sensual dry her off instead of drying myself. I gaze into her eyes and gently kiss her all over. She returns the favor. I’m about to tie the towel around my waist and pick her up and carry her into the bedroom. She says, “Let’s do this” and she wraps a single towel tightly around both our waists and we shuffle and laugh our way into the bedroom. I run back for the candles.

I treat her to probably another hour’s worth of foreplay. Always building and increasing and intensifying the anticipation of how I will please her next. By the time I penetrated her, we had only been together about four-and-a-half hours, total, and there was absolutely no “last minute” or token resistance. The whole night was beautiful and magical. After we made love, we showered again (actually “cleaning” each other sensually), dried each other again, came to bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

In the morning, I kissed and caressed her, made the bed, and left her a cute note that she never saw me write. She’ll find it later and smile. Also sent her a positive email once I got a chance. The email is a compliment to her openness and passion. She sent this brief note in response:

Remember, my cube is a mirror... My passion was a reflection of yours.

Bon moment. Aime la vie. GoneSavage

as seen on Fast Seduction

GoneSavage: LR pt 1: Montreal: Taking Two from Tam-Tams

2005-08-03T14:44:00.000+02:00

Part I

Wed July 27, 2005. I attempted my first “elimi-date” style meet. I invited two girls to meet me at the same place at the same time. Two girls who don’t know each other. Two girls who are not expecting to rendezvous within an entourage. (How’s that for French appreciation.)

It happened by accident. Tuesday I call up one of the girls and she answers. I say, “Maybe I’m mistaken, but weren’t you supposed to meet me today at 5:30?” No, we’re meeting tomorrow. “Uh…you’re sure.” Positive.

Fuck. My mistake. I’m double-booked. I sent identical emails and forgot to change the day of the meet. Two girls on Wednesday; same time same place. Let’s see what happens….

So, I’m committed to doing this. Could be fun. Could go sour. I’m so excited by the possibility of a dramatic crash-n-learn that I actually, early Wednesday, send out invites to THREE MORE women that I am pursuing. Just for fun. So potentially I could have had FIVE girls show. What was I thinking?

I was fairly certain that the two solid girls would show. And they did. But no others.

The players:

HBnurse—age 26, 5’9, cute brunette, Leo, best quality: “good listener”
HBgraphicartist—age 23, 5’5 stunning brunette, Capricorn, best quality: “empathy”
GoneSavage—international man of leisure, freelance flirt, and continental drifter

The first meet:

Every Sunday there's a spontaneous festival in Park Jeanne Mance, at the base of Mont Royal. It's called Tam-Tams, which is the Quebecois word for bongos. All the hippies and hipsters and twenty-something work-a-day folks come out the park and play drums and dance and get high. It’s a fun event with people sunning and throwing Frisbees and just mixing and mingling.

Both girls were met here on July 24th. In fact, I contact closed five girls that day. What seemed to be the most solid close (we were making out in the park)—this girl next’ed herself. The two girls that are set to meet were the next two most seemingly solid closes. The other two closes were made without gaining much rapport at the park, but I’ve got them all to email me at least once. We’ll see.

HBnurse was with a friend, both lying on a blanket. I plop myself right between them, deliver my signature opener, and go into Montreal stories. I talk about being there for this seminar on interpersonal philosophy and, since I drove, I’m able to hang around and check out Tam-Tams and the city sights. Then I showed her a visualization exercise known as The Cube and she says that she has done it before with her sister. She says her sister is studying psychology and that she should introduce us. I ask if her sister is as cute as her and she says “almost.” She says that I am probably closer to the age of her sister than her, another reason I should meet sis. I volunteer my age first and, haha, I’m the same age as her, whereas her sister is 21. At any rate, she’s more relaxed now. She has a guy friend show up and I talk to him a bit about the US, where he goes often for work. The other girl just keeps reading a book. I have my girl make a list of her favorite museums, parks, restaurants and bars, write down her contact info and I tell her that I will be in touch and we will explore the city. I talked to her for about twenty minutes tops.

HBgraphicartist was in the park solo reading a book. After I opened her and asked about the book, I told a couple stories of my time there so far and showed her The Cube. Fun girl, very smart. The interaction was similar to that with HBnurse, except I think I had this girl teaching me more French. Plus she was sitting in the shade, and I kept getting bitten by mosquitoes, so I moved her a few meters into the sunshine. At the time, she was dressed “down” very casually and I had not realized upon the first meet that she was quite so attractive. After I got her contact info, I had her stand up and spin so I could check her out and we hugged before I left. Twenty-five minutes contact, tops.

The good news is that both are professional women; creative, intelligent and truly bilingual—so none of this francophone miscommunication that I keep running into.

The Emails:

I sent them both the same email, as noted before. It is four sentences long. The structure is this:
1) Compliment/warm read. (Good to meet you, you seem x…)
2) Strong SOI. (I offer you respect, adoration, stimulating conversation, etc)
3) Time constraint. (My time here is limited, but we should make an effort…)
4) Call to action. (I’m going to be at x place at x time, hope to see you there)

In the email to HBnurse, I mentioned something about the sister she said I should meet. Couldn’t resist.

So from there, it is a matter of agreeing on a time and place and perhaps addressing any concerns she would have about meeting. In this case, as noted above, I accidentally booked them both on the same day: 5:30 at the fountain in front of the Place-des-Arts. (Plus I had another date that evening lined up at 8PM—I’ll get to that issue in a minute.)

HBgraphicartist:

“Hey guy from Georgia. You're fast.... not loosing time, eh? ;) Well it's exactly what I was going to propose you...museums are free on Wednesdays and I’m never going enough so... if you want to eat before I know the cheapest place in town, it's good and a kind-of exotic tiny hidden place.”

HBnurse:

I would like to accept your invitation. I do, however, work during the weekdays. Luckily, the MMFA is open until 9pm Wednesdays and I finish work by 5ish. Of course, I have decided that I don't want to introduce you to my sister, but would rather keep you to myself. I think I am deserving, mais non? Did you have fun last night?”

The Day2 meet with both women:

I show up about ten minutes late, expecting the women to be standing next to each other or something. I’m imagining this awkward pause where I have to decide whom to greet first. Or calling them both to me and the surprise they would each have when someone else came to me. Or like all five actually showing. Maybe next time.

It’s been raining all day. I see HBgraphicartist immediately. I scan to see if I recognize anyone else. Nope. I feel kind of relieved. Wow, she looks damn good. She’s got on this nice black shirt and her hair is done-up and she has the slightest bit of makeup around her eyes. She sees me too and smiles. I close my umbrella and give her a hug.

She reminds me that we should eat. “Oh yeah…you’re supposed to take me to this local exotic out-of-the-way place that you love. Let’s go.” So it’s already like 5:45 and we’re crossing the street and here comes HBnurse, straight at me. Wow, she looks damn good. She’s wearing this sophisticated tight blazer, her hair is nice, and she has on heels. Very attractive girl. I give her a hug and tell her that “We have company today. I’m double-booked.”

The expression on her face when I pointed to the other woman was priceless.

I introduce them and they seem amicable. You know, at first.

GoneSavage: “So, we’re about to get something to eat. Have you eaten?”
HBnurse: “I’m not hungry. I thought we were going to the museum.”
GoneSavage: “We will in a minute. She wants to show us this cool restaurant.”
HBnurse: “Fine. I’ll watch you guys eat.”
HBgraphicartist: “It’s this affordable place with great food. I love to go there and get a sandwich and sit in the park. It’s so nice.”
GoneSavage: “Well, it is wet and rainy. How about we get sandwiches and eat on the walk back to the museum. Cool?”
HBgraphicartist: “Yeah sure.”
GoneSavage: “Cool. Let’s roll…”
HBnurse: “So…HB…what do you do?”

Let the games begin! This was really fun. Personally I didn’t want them qualifying each other. My plan was to qualify them both, implicitly let them know this, and leave both open to be closed on Day3. This would involve careful calibration, throwing mixed signals, and leaving things artfully ambiguous.

I have to give HBgraphicartist credit for being really chill and just going with the flow. HBnurse was feistier and I complimented her on her “delightfully sassy nature.” I also complimented her attire and sense of style. I complimented HBgraphiccartist for knowing the cool spots in the city and leading us to new places. Called her the sexiest tour guide I could have asked for. The other girl laughed.

I’m trying to tell stories of stuff I had seen or done in Montreal to keep them both engaged with me and not each other. I try to walk between them both, but that is not always a constant. More likely I am walking with one and the other falls a little behind or walks a little ahead.

The restaurant is in Chinatown. We get to the friendship arch and I talk about the other friendship arches that I have seen including the one in Philly, which is the first built outside of China. Of course, HBnurse has a story about Philly. I say, I have to get a picture of you both.

HBnurse: “No way, I’m not photogenic. I’ll take a picture of you two.”

This was actually a good idea because it was the first chance I had to talk to them with a little bit of isolation, and with a little bit of kino. So I’m beside HBgraphicartist in front of the arch while the other girl takes the picture. “I really thought you were meeting me yesterday. This is all your fault.” Of course I say this jokingly, but she apologizes anyway. “But I like how you are so calm and composed.” We smile.

Switch. I’ve got my arm around HBnurse now and the other girl frames the shot. “She was supposed to meet me yesterday. It’s entirely my fault. But I like how you don’t let her phase you.” We smile.

We get to her favorite restaurant and it’s this little shop that sells mincemeat sandwiches. We’re looking at the pictures. They all look like crap. HBnurse tells us she is vegetarian. I tell HBnurse to order me the chicken one, same as her. At the register, I say, “You got me right.” HBgraphicartist rolls her eyes, but buys my sandwich. For whatever reason, I winked at HBnurse, like, haha, I got her to pay, or some silly shit.

So we walk back. HBgraphicartist is ahead of us munching on the sandwich that she loves so much. She asks how I like it, “It’s certainly different…interesting.” I think it tastes horrible. HBnurse and I have our little secret when I tell her the sandwich tastes like pickled squid and fermented olives. It’s like she’s one-uped just because she didn’t get me a shitty sandwich. Good times.

The Contemporary Art Museum:

I worked the museum like this. Basically we all three wandered separately. Although I’m aware that they both stay aware of where I am always. I would cycle between them to talk about the art, tell stories, and ask fun qualifying type questions. Most of the exhibits were absurdly laughable. Oh well.

My anxiety level was a little higher than normal and I couldn’t even think of good questions. I would not ask both girls the same question, except the ‘best quality’ one. I just like the feeling of having fresh convo with each woman. And if one wandered into my conversation with the other, it wouldn’t have this set-question interview feel.

The “qualifying” questions:

What’s your best quality or trait?
If you could go anywhere, and money is not an issue, where would you go?
If you could gain one skill without training or risk of failure, what skill would you pick?
What animal do you most relate to?
What’s your greatest passion in life?
What’s your favorite book, movie, type of music?

That was really it. Just had fun like normal situations with playful teasing and reflexive answers. Casually bounced back and forth. Talked about some of my own art projects and some projects I have seen elsewhere. Didn’t dwell on the fact that I was with two independent women or ever insist that we had to stick together or anything like that.

“Where’s whats-her-face?” HBnurse said at one point. After I had been beside her a couple minutes with my arm around her waist. She would really lighten up when she got 1:1 attention.

But of course, HBgraphicartist invited me to see this interactive exhibit. It s a silly tiny room that you go in and close the door and a chandelier lights up and music plays. We danced for a second and I kissed her in here. Just a quick kiss on the lips, nothing passionate.

So that was it. We’d seen it all. HBnurse calls it a day.

HBnurse: “I’m starving. I’m going to go eat.”
GoneSavage: “I have a sandwich for you…just kidding. Okay, you’re turn to lead. Which way to your favorite vegetarian restaurant?”
HBnurse: “Actually I’m going to get on the Metro and go home.”
GoneSavage: “Well, thanks for coming out with me. Give me a hug.” I pull her near and whisper, “I’m sorry if this was awkward for you, but I know we’ll be in touch.”

Stay tuned. To be cum-tinued….
Bon moment. Aime la vie. GoneSavage

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GoneSavage: 3LR: Montreal: Trois beautées en une seule journée

2005-08-03T14:43:00.000+02:00

Friday July 22, 2005. This day will live on in infamy as the first day that I
had sex with three women, each for the first time. Let me make the distinction
clear. Not only did I have sex with three women, but it was the first time
having sex with each! Okay, got it. Onward…

This post is a snapshot of where I have worked to take this artform and my
attitude. And it’s the culmination of ten days time spent in Montreal.
Developments include exhibiting potent sexual confidence, delivering powerful
statements of intent, persisting on Day2 and Day3 meets, and creatively
engineering good logistics. All three of these women were sexed on Day3
meets--which I’ve already noted was the same day!

This is going to take a whole day to write up—so I fully expect everyone that
reads this to appreciatively give me some kind of a response…

All three women were beautiful and I love them for the qualities that make them
unique. So it doesn’t get confusing, I’ll give them cutsie HB names based on
where I met them: HBcafe, HBmetro, HBfountain. Simple enough.

HBcafe—age 20, met 7-17, day2 7-20, closed 7-22 around 5:30AM
HBmetro—age 18, met 7-12, day2 7-21, closed 7-22 around 1PM
HBfountain—age 19, met 7-16, day2 7-19, closed 7-22 around 11:45PM

While pursing these girls this week I started thinking about how Day2 meets are
such a hassle. They frustrate me because it takes planning and scheduling and
precise logistics to arrange the meet and then show up. It takes a lot of
patience and persistence. I was noticing that even in transit (and in fact in
a hurry) to meet one of my girls, I passed like a dozen women that captured my
attention and that I would have liked to have met. Surely something with one
of them would have panned out ‘same day’ I was thinking.

But then I thought that it is actually a more admirable action to meet a girl
that intrigues you and pursue that same girl until she is yours. Rather than
abandoning her (and the impact that you had made thus far) for someone that
seemed more immediately attainable. Obviously there is a compromise. (Like
giving yourself enough time in transit to a “date” to contact-close the
beauties you pass along the way.)

Just wanted to note that feeling somewhere. This week I’ve transitioned from a
mentality of “With so many fish in the sea, what makes this particular woman so
worthy of my time and planning” toward a mentality that is more like “Damn,
this woman really is unique and special, and I’m going to make her mine.” Ya
dig?

HBcafe – Day1

HBcafe was the last of the three that I met, yet the first to meet the back of
the van. Sunday after the seminar, I hit the street with Papi Chulo and two
other PU artists (handles unknown). I tell them that I have to talk to this
lone girl sitting on the stoop in front of a very popular restaurant on
Crescent Street. She’s a stylish brunette with a slant toward the offbeat—one
tattoo, brow piercing, nose piercing, hip cloths. Turns out she works at the
restaurant and her shift had ended and she was waiting for a male coworker to
finish his shift and drive her home.

I initiated conversation neutrally by asking her the cool places we should go.
Leads to questions about where we are from and why we are in Montreal. I tell
her that we are here for a seminar on “Interpersonal philosophy—which is
basically how we relate to each other and connect on emotional levels. So we
are here learning about kinesics, body language, psychology, massage, guided
visualization, and techniques that bring us close together and make us feel
really good.”

She’s intrigued. I tell her, “I don’t know you and this is probably a little
early to be showing you something like this, but I just learned it and you know
how it is when you learn something new and exciting and you just want to share
it. Okay, check this out. This is really cool. Give me your hands…” and I
lead her through a demonstration. I did this exercise called Soul Gazing,
which I won’t go into, but it could have been The Cube or a massage technique
or just about anything because of the way I framed the seminar and my
fascination for learning and teaching.

I ask her “what’s your art?” and she looks at me in amazement. Turns out she
is an art student and big into painting and sculpture. I have her describe
some pieces and I tell her that it all sounds cool and that I’d love to get to
see them someday. We also talk about the city and how we should go to a museum
or go to the mountain together. I describe that my time there is limited and it
would be cool to hang out with someone so energetic and adventurous. The guy
that is to give her a ride comes out and she tells him to hold on and she
continues talking to me.

I also told a few Impressions of Montreal stories and we talked about half an
hour. I tell her that my phone doesn’t work in Canada but if she emails me
that night I will definitely check it in the morning and we’ll make plans. She
says that she will.

GS: “It’s nice to have met you…I really have to get back to my friends.”
HB: “Yeah, they kind of abandoned you, huh?”
GS: “No not really. When I saw you I said ‘Guys, I have to talk to this girl.
She’s completely my type and I have to find out more.’ I’m not the kind of
person to let opportunities slip by and be plagued by ‘what if’s.’ Now I see
that you’re really cool and you have a lot going for you, and I have a lot to
teach and share with someone like you. You’ll see. I have only to offer you
honesty, respect, adoration, and to show you things that will make you feel
absolutely beautiful.”
HB: “I’ve never met anyone like you…I’ll write you as soon as I get home!”

In her email she calls me “beautifully intriguing” and a “spontaneous,
fly-by-the-seam-of-your-pants kinda guy.” This makes me smile. (The complete
email is posted at my blog). I respond to her email telling her why I enjoyed
meeting her and I offer a time to meet and I suggest we go to the contemporary
art museum. She sends another email telling me all these places she wants to
take me and that I have an “exciting, exhilarating, enthralling energy…and it's
astoundingly refreshing.” Wow, I think we’re going to get along just fine.

But then she cancels. A flake? Turns out she had previously committed to the
beach with a friend before she ever met me. She’s very apologetic but decides
to go with the earliest commitment. She sends an email telling me that either
we were not meant to be, or she will do x, y, and z to make it up to me. She
also mentioned the time that she anticipated returning…

HBcafe – Day2

So Wednesday I headed down to the Old Port for the fireworks competition. I
called HBcafe from a pay phone and she was on her way back into town. I told
her to call my cell when she got into town and I could treat it as a pager and
go to a pay phone and call her back. Cool. Just before ten she calls me. By
this time, I was deep in a group of three girls. I borrow one of the girl’s
phones to call HBcafe. Good times.

But it’s an hour before I meet up with her. Trouble parking and such, and I
had to watch the fireworks with the other girls. Bummer. Finally I call her
and we navigate the crowd and meet. She’s wearing a red corset and has a gold
scarf in her hair. Gorgeous.

Long story short, we hung out the entire night. We actually pulled the same
scenario that I pulled solo the first night I was here—staying awake and
waiting until the Metro opened at 6am. The vibing, bonding, and sharing never
stopped. This girl is wonderful. We took turn applying lotion to each others
hands and I taught her how to give a proper hand massage. I prolonged that
first kiss until we just fell into it like it was the most natural and most
highly anticipated event in the world. I love how I can just look at a girl
and say, “You know, I think you are fantastic.” And have her look at me and
say, “Thank you, you’re fabulous.” What a great feeling.

HBmetro – Day1

I actually met HBmetro the first day I arrived. This was an intense day in
which I met and had fun with several women. The situation is humorous because
I got a lengthy email from HBmetro in French with the note “It's your turn to
have problems, use your dictionary if you think that it's worth it, if not,
goodbye!” (Entire email at my blog.) I was actually thinking the message was
from a different girl that I had given my email address to—one that I had
spent much more time with and suspected I had a greater impact upon.

In fact, I never realized who I was dealing with until after I had arranged a
meet with HBmetro through emails and showed up for our Day2!

But the actual girl had been noted in my journaling as such:

“When I got off the Subway I ended up pacing this French-Canadian blonde. I
just told her this was my first day here and some stories. Just walking and
talking and smiling. We get to some factory and she says, ‘This is where I
work. Bye.’ This was abrupt to me because the bonding was going well and I
didn’t even think about where we were going. She works 10PM until 6AM. Uhg.
I tell her that I would like to continue getting to know her and she says that
she has a boyfriend and I say that that’s OK, just write me anyway and I give
her my email and let her go work.”

So…now this girl has sent me an email in French that I had translated. It is
quite revealing. It says that she has a boyfriend but she has cheated on him
before. She asserts that she is not easy and she does not trust me as she
thinks that I want to only have sex with her and not get to know her or respect
her or remember her. Something like that. Funny thing is—I had only talked
with her for about twenty-five minutes and now I’m getting a pretty forward
email. And, as noted, I am picturing in my mind a totally different girl!

I respond to her email telling her that I have been busy and I did not have
time to research what she wrote in French. But I told her that I was
interested in learning more about her and that we would have fun if we met. I
have only to offer her honesty, respect, and to show her things that will make
her feel beautiful. I suggest a time and place to meet.

Well, I get another email in English telling me that my actions are
questionable, she’s not going to have a one night stand, if I am looking for
sex I should hire a prostitute, I have a one track mind, she has never had sex
with a guy for no reason, and she’s not going to hook up with me ever. Of
course, it is duly ON.

But yeah, she throws all that at me and she has only talked to me for about
twenty-five minutes and exchanged one more-or-less neutral email. Of course,
all this means that she wants me. I send a very brief email saying that my
mind is not on physical matters and my only agenda is to smile, laugh, and
enjoy the moment. I tell her that I am going to be at the fountain in front of
the Place-des-arts at 3:30 and I hope she comes too….

HBmetro – Day 2

Well, I get lost and I don’t show up until four o’clock. I’m looking for this
hot little red-head that I actually met at the same place. I walk around and I
do not see her. I make eye contact with this really cute natural blonde with a
tight tan that looks strangely familiar and I keep walking. I tell myself that
if this girl is a flake, I’ll just go talk to this blonde.

Ha! So that’s what I do and within about two minutes I realize why she looks
familiar. This is the girl that I have been emailing…and now I remembered
meeting her at the Metro station so many days ago! Good times.

She asks why I was half-an-hour late. Got lost. We’re having communication
problems. She tells me that she knows little English. I tell her that she
sure writes it well. She reveals that she actually had a friend compose the
emails to me. This is getting good.

I take her for a destination-less stroll. She’s really standoffish with her
body language and rejects my touch. I’m just keeping things light and playful
especially since I can barely talk to her. She likes to try to teach me French
and I let her call me the “American Idiot.”

No sweat, because I know it’s on. She tells me that she has actually broken up
with her boyfriend now. She tells me she just got her hair styled. We sit in a
field and I try to tickle her and she says, “Don’t touch me.”

I just stay interested. Stay a good listener and a good student and keep
things lively and playful. Gaining her trust and more comfort. I’m turned
away from the first two kiss attempts, but I know that I am getting to her.
Finally we fell into an actually kiss. Nice. The kiss broke her and she
quickly became this loveable cuddly French doll.

I lead her to a Metro station and I’m thinking I can get her on a subway to the
exit that I am parked at, which is the exit she works at anyway. Maybe I can
close the deal before she has to go to work. She says it is too early to go up
there and she has to go home first and change clothes. So we metro to the
Plateau, she buys me some putine and we cruise a couple shops. And she’s
adorable now. She will actually stop me and say, “Kiss me.” Which I like.

We’re arm-in-arm and hand-in-hand. We take the Metro to her home, I meet her
mom (who knows NO English whatsoever), she changes clothes, and we’re back on
the subway to Namur. She walks to this factory (won’t tell me what she makes
in there) and I walk to my wheel estate. I tell her to meet me at 6:30AM at
the hotel (I stay in the parking lot) right after her shift. She says she
will. We’ve spent about six hours together now, and I know she’s wrapped around
my finger. Good times.

HBfountain – Day1

HBfountain, another stylish and imaginative brunette, was discovered Saturday
night while I was out with Papi Chulo. The activities of the night are
documented in his field report “CliffSeminar wing with GoneSavage 2nd night.”
His report details opening, leading the interaction, venue changing to the
hotel, and ultimately loosing the girls for same-night play.

The interaction began similar to that with HBcafe. But we escalated more
quickly and much further. I open neutrally asking about their favorite
hangouts. I initially sat to the side of the non-target. I start leading a
fun role-playing scenario where we’re looking for a tour guide and a French
teacher. Isolation was made quickly and as Papi described.

Now I have my desired girl’s attention. I talk about my impressions of
Montreal. Leads to questions about where we are from, why we are here, and
talk about the seminar. Leads to demonstrations (IVDs). Leads to kiss. Leads
to massages and makeouts. Always building and increasing arousal. Varying the
tempo and escalating comfortably. I ask her questions about what she finds
sensual (food, part of body, bath or shower, kissing, biting, etc.) It’s like
90% physical now. But when I break escalation, I throw in statements about how
she makes me feel like I’m under a spell, how she makes me feel like I am the
shit, how I want to show her amazing things, how I want her to realize her
potential as a woman, how I want to taste her, how I want to turn her whole
body into one big blush.

Yes, I say these things. And there we were sitting on the steps and I’m rubbing
her pussy while she’s stroking my cock (outside pants). We’re like six feet
from her friend and Papi Chulo. Good times.

I stand up, pull her up, and bring back the conversation to talk about her
interests and passions and such. I lead her and the other couple follows. We
head toward the Marriot without me ever mentioning where we were going. We
walk arm-in-arm and talk mostly about stuff in the city. It’s on. And it
seems to be ON between Papi and her friend as well. Nice.

There is not even any objection to getting on the elevator and entering the
room. So HBfountain is with me in the same bed and under the sheets and I’m
caressing her tight body. We’re making fun of the Elimidate show and we kiss
passionately a few times. We makeout and dry-hump the two times that Papi
Chulo and the other girl leave the room. But they always come back. So sad.

The other girl decides that Papi is too much of a real man for her. So she
pulls my girl out of this absolutely blissful state and back to a day-to-day
reality complete with some kind of early responsibility. Meh. We hastily
exchange contact info. And they’re off.

I remember thinking, in retrospect, that I should have at least walked them to
the lobby. I think it was inconsiderate that we didn’t even inquire how they
were getting home and how far it was and to wish them a safe trip. At any
rate, it was a fun night…

HBfountain – Day2

The next day she sends an email presuming that I have already left. She tells
me that the time we spent together was “awesome” and that I made her feel
really good. She’s glad we met and she wishes I could stay longer.

Well, guess what. I’m still in town.

So we exchange a couple emails to secure a time to meet at the same place. She
tells me she can meet Wednesday, but the girl that she is looking for an
apartment with will be with her. Okay, no problem.

I drive downtown this time since it is after 9PM. I show up and walk up the
stairs toward the fountain and my girl smiles when she notices me. I say,
“Let’s do this again and this time you run up and jump in my arms.” So she got
it right on the third try. I’m affectionately high maintenance and I like to
set expectations for our liaisons. We give each other a long embrace and a
kiss.

She introduces me to the friend. I ask her if she had heard the passionate and
incredible story about how HBfountain and I met. The friend says “No.” My
girl says, “Yes, I told you!” I have already let her know that I expect our
dealings to be honest and open. It’s all about cooperation and mutual respect.
So the friend says, “OK, she told me. It’s hot.”

The three of us hung out maybe two hours together. The friend was kind of
annoying, a bit of a smart ass, but easy to befriend. We had musical taste in
common and she is a photography student so I invited her to see my pictures and
hold my camera. We three hike up to where I had parked. I show them a few
pictures and then we walk back down to the Metro. My girl and I are close, but
most of the talking is between me and the friend.

I wait in the Metro with them. They are set to go to the same station. The
train comes and the friend gets on and I’m giving HBfountain our parting kiss.
She whispers, “I can catch the next train.”

The look on her friend’s face when the door closed was priceless.

So I’m thinking, it’s ON. I tell her we should get something to eat and we can
go anywhere. She tells me that she really does have to catch the next train and
I decide any logical attempt to convince her otherwise would be
counterproductive.

I lift her up and sit down with her on my lap. I tell her how much I love
Montreal because it is the kind of place where you can really enjoy day-to-day
living. We have to want the present. The present moment is all we ever have.
I tell her that I am thinking about moving here.

GS: I want you to know that you are not the reason I would like to move here.
HB: (frown)
GS: But I want you to be comfortable realizing that if I do end up here, you
are going to be a part of my life. I make no promise of a future or anything
permanent. But for as long as we are together, I am going to enhance and
enrich your life in ways that you’ve never dreamed. I offer you affection and
adoration like you have never imagined and absolutely everything I say and do
is to make you feel beautiful.
HB: (all smiles)

We embrace and kiss and I leave her imagining wondrous things…

Culminating Event — Day 3

So this is how it went down. After spending all day Thursday with HBmetro, I
drove from uptown Montreal to downtown near the Marriot. I knew that I could
make free local calls there and I could park for free after 9PM. The subway
would close around midnight. And these girls all live with their parents. So,
I knew I would need my van accessible as the lay venue.

I called HBcafe who was finishing up at work. She asked me to swing by at
midnight. I told her that she had to jump in my arms when I walked in the
door. I show up and she runs to me and jumps in my arms and then she introduces
me to a couple people.

Then we’re off. I told her that I wanted to see the local campus because I
heard there were beautiful buildings and cool sculptures. We walk there. But
there is something a little off about our vibe. Not as talkative or energetic.
I figure it is because we have had little sleep after staying up all night
together. I want to get things physical to reestablish the sexual vibe.

So we lie in the grass and have amazing tickle fights that lead to unbelievable
makeout sessions. Very passionate and playful and we end up dry-humping on the
lawn with people walking by every once in awhile. It’s very heavy, very
intense. I say, “We have to stop. We’re going to get arrested. Let’s go to
the mountain.” OK. She starts telling me which way we would have to walk and
I say we’re driving instead. OK. We walk back to toward the Marriot and find
the van and I tell her to navigate. I tease her about not knowing how to drive
and I insist that I teach her.

On the way to Mont Royal, we came upon a smaller park with a pond. She’s never
been. I say that we should check it out and I parallel park flawlessly. We
walk around one time, sit and talk, makeout, and then I lead her back to the
van.

I tell her that I am going to show her some pictures. This is just to get her
comfortable being in the van lounging. Especially in an area where people are
walking past frequently. So I boot up the computer and hop in the back and
tell her to follow. We look at pictures that I took on the trek north for
about fifteen minutes until the battery dies. Then I start to kiss her and
caress her and treat her to lots of sensual foreplay.

There was no “last minute resistance” as I had invested about ten hours in her
already and it was clear that we were “pair bonded.” Sex was something we both
desired and the anticipation had been building extraordinarily.

And it was absolutely incredible. Our sexual energy and appetites were matched
completely. It was so hot and so extremely sweaty and we enjoyed each other
for a couple hours. By the time we were set to leave, it was after 5:30AM. Of
course I was scheduled to meet HBmetro at 6:30AM when her shift ended.

So I had just enough time to drive HBcafe home, say our goodbyes, and find my
way to the hotel that I told HBmetro to meet at. I checked the lobby and she
was not inside, so I figured either she is going to be late, or I have a flake.
Then I “transform” the van by putting all my clothes and shit in the front
seat. I then put the cushions, that are normally double-stacked, side-by-side
to accommodate two people. In case she needs sleep.

All the pillows and blankets are soaked with sweat. You have no idea, how hot
and wet the sex was with HBcafe. And here comes HBmetro now. I call her over
and ask her how her shift was. We hug and kiss. She tells me how tired she is
and I say, “Well come lay down.”

I open the door, hop in, and she basically falls in face first. And she’s out.
She’s asleep. That’s cool. I give her a few kisses on her head then I
eventually sleep too.

Around noon, I get her awake and we talk just a little. I start massaging her
legs and kissing her stomach and thighs. I’m getting no resistance. She’s
lying on her back and she pulls a pillow over her head. I’m caressing her
pussy outside her jeans and kissing her all over. I start kissing outside her
shorts and I work my fingers inside from the bottom. No resistance whatsoever.
I touch her and she’s soaking. I finger her and she’s moaning, really getting
into it. I caress her breast and undo her bra will my other hand. Then I pull
her shorts and panties off to reveal her completely shaven snatch.

I go for the eat-out and she’s still holding a pillow on her face. She hears
me taking off my pants and opening a condom while I’m still eating her out. I
move up to penetrate her and I remove the pillow, look deep into her eyes, kiss
her, and it’s on for the next hour.
She’s very tight and sexy, but not nearly as responsive or vigorous as HBcafe.

After we get dressed and kiss, she’s off to the Metro. I’m almost late for
another meeting. I meet up with KitKatMan (ASF) and tell him the events that
have just transpired. I tell him about how my attitude has changed since being
in the city, attending the seminar, and how other amazing things have recently
happened (like seducing the roommate of a girl that I originally called for and
convincing her to meet me blind-date style). So I get to shower all the sweat
of two women off of me. We have dinner and I tell him that I’m going to try to
get HBfountain the same day.

Back to the Marriott around 9:45. I get HBfountain on the phone. But this is
a challenge. She’s got other plans. I convince her to cancel those plans by
making some bold statements.

I basically tell her that whomever she is going to meet (it was a guy, but I
did not ask what kind of relationship she has with him) would still be in her
life tomorrow or the next day. I am leaving very soon, and if you come see me
it will be the most amazing and remarkable night of your life. You will be
pampered and adored and introduced to what it feels like to be with a real man
who knows how to treat a real woman who wants and deserves real romance.

I talk about how a lot of people don’t believe in real-life personal romance
and how they live romance vicariously. I promise her the night of her life and
to show her soul. I promised her an experience beyond anything she had ever
dreamed. I said I make this promise to you and I rarely ever make promises.
Not because I can’t keep them—if I do make a promise, you better believe I am
going to keep it—but because when I promise something people always come back
and want more. So for you to see this amazing opportunity and make it your
own… Etc, etc.

Well, she’s hooked. She says, “I know it will be amazing.” Plans cancelled.
Also, I hadn’t realized that she lived so far north and had to catch two buses
and a train. I tell her to meet me at the same fountain where we first met.
I’m sentimental like that.

I’m a few minutes late again, but there she is. She’s on her cellular when I
arrive, apparently with the friend that I met two days earlier. This girl was
already in the area and since I was late, she was coming over to meet
HBfountain too. We arrive at the same time. I’m polite, but still trying to
figure out how to prevent an annoying tagalong. She’s like, “Where are you two
going?” My girl looks to me and says, “Where are we going?” I say, “You and I
are driving to Hollywood just to touch the sign, wish you could come too, but
we didn’t give you time to pack.” She tells us some party she is supposed to
go to and she’s out.

So I start leading HBfountain toward the van parked near the Marriot. It’s a
decent walk and I don’t rush things. Just sharing stories, laughs, kisses, and
building sexual tension. As we get closer to the van, I tell her that I have
to introduce her to a couple bands that she will like. I also think that I
never clarified that I was not actually staying in the Marriott anymore, but
she still new that I had driven to Montreal, so arriving at the van was not a
surprise.

What was a little bit of a surprise was opening up the van door and inviting
her into a semi-cozy “bedroom.” Once she’s in, I play a couple songs for her
and leave some chill-out music playing on the computer. Of course the battery
doesn’t last long, but by that time we are deep into makeout mode. The van is
actually quite a comfortable place and logistically handy. I think that it
puts their logical minds at ease and doesn’t violate the “it just happened”
clause.

Third girl of the day brought to the van and, once again, no last minute
resistance. This one I had spent the most time with altogether. Remember she
was aroused to the point of being ready to fuck on the first meet, but
logistics were bad. So I played it easy with her, saved her for last, and got
her back into state. And once again it was outright amazing. Almost as
spiritually passionate as HBcafe, but perhaps she’s a little less experienced
in the art of sexual expression. But HBfountain is so incredibly tight and her
body quivers at the slightest touch. Such a beautiful and delicate woman.
Must have cum six times.

So I take HBfountain home. Later I sent her a short email expressing how
amazing it was to share such an intimate and passionate experience with such an
amazing woman. Before I had met HBfountain late at night, I had sent a similar
email to both HBcafe and HBmetro. This is to reinforce our connection, let
them know that I do not “fuck-n-dump,” and prevent them from getting buyer’s
remorse. And I really want to see them all again.

So there you go. I asked KitKat to help decide what to call this post. We had
to shorten his “Faire l'amour à trois beautées éclatantes en l'espace d'une
seule journée épatante.” Which would literally mean “To make love with three
stunning beauties within the confines of one great day.”

Bon moment. Aime la vie. GoneSavage

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GoneSavage: LR: PUA Tour: PA: Banging a Babe in Bethlehem

2005-08-03T14:41:00.000+02:00

As much as I liked Philadelphia, I still left with three parking tickets and a dry dick.

Keys to Lay:
--assuming attraction
--being open, social, and talkative
--having interesting real life stories
--spontaneous conversation with situational relevance
--being confident and playful
--assuming the sale, escalating
--walking away and trusting her to come back

Personal Significance:
--one of the most effortless lays yet
--another van lay; very good sex too
--lots of talk about my roadtrip and passionate travel
--special email twist-ending!
--serendipity, baby!

Thursday 7/7. I left Philly around three and traffic was already horrible. I was hoping to make it to Hopewell Furnace by five. No luck. Napped somewhere. I kept on to Allentown. It’s like 9ish and I see some kind of gathering in a park. Turns out to be some organized ongoing high school basketball tournament. Did what we call “warm up” approaches on the teenage girls here. Don’t tell mommy.

When I don’t get to socialize in the day, I’m like starved for nightlife. Especially when I know that if I had stayed in Philly, the city would be rockin’ on a Thursday. But the great white north is calling….

Kept driving and checked out these two clubs in Allentown that actually looked quite hip. Like they just look like amazing clubs—lots of lights and lounge areas, cool bars and DJ booths. But no people. I was the only non-employee to even walk into the second place. So they tell me that it will pick up by 10:30. OK. I schlepped around the area from 10-10:30. Dead. Back on the road to Bethlehem.

It was the only place I passed with anybody anywhere. Some Irish pub. Maybe six people milling around the outside. I wasn’t even going to stop—but one of the guys hanging outside was wearing a shirt from my alma mater. So I stopped to chat with some dude from my school. Probably 20 people inside.

This guy was drunk. And he didn’t really find it as interesting as I did that there were two Georgians in Pennsylvania at the same. So I spent most of the night sharing stories with this group of two girls and two guys. I knew it was not going to go anywhere PU-wise, but it was fun to just share laughs with hot girls over a couple drinks. This group left and I lingered for a few minutes to glance through the local weekly.

I grab the paper and walk outside to leave and I see HER. Gorgeous brunette. Her body wasn’t the tightest, but I am forgiving when there is a face this expressive and adorable. She’s just arrived with a girl and a guy. I found out later that they all drove separately to meet there. So I’m face to face with this girl in passing.

“Man, I just found out that a band I like is playing in your city tomorrow. It sucks that I can’t stay an extra night.” So I engaged her just like that. She asks what band and I tell her and ask her if she has heard of them and she says yes, but she is not going to the show. She asks where I am from, I tell her Georgia and I run through a “stack” of stories.

I think it is funny that I have “material” now that is simply stories of my adventures over the past few days. I think it’s only useful as long as I can convey that it is fresh and exciting. We’re outside and noise isn’t a factor. Her friends had ordered drinks and were sitting at a table outside, behind us. It’s amusing that she never sat down and never joined her friends, nor invited me into the group. Similarly, I never even acknowledged the two people she arrived with or asked her how she knew them or anything. Generally not good game, but it was not necessary as I had her undivided attention as she found my company captivating. It was 1AM and we both were sober, standing outside the bar just chatting. “I’m on this intense roadtrip. I just spent a week in Philly, man I’m in love with Philadelphia…”

My “stack” was something like this: Impressions of Philly, Live 8, Philly Steak Story 1, Steak Story 2 (Don’t Eat a Misteak), Philly vs DC, Ocean City Teen Tease, Atlantic City Working Girl, Teaching Russian Girls, Lighthouse Tour, LBI Himbos, Hanging at the Wawa….

Anyway, all these stories I have published here for whatever they are worth. Some themes I believe they convey…openness, connectedness, luck/timing, spontaneousness, flirtatiousness and judgment, desirability, flirtatiousness and MIS-judgment, not letting opportunities pass by, flirtatiousness and being genuine/not try-hard, humor, interest in history and culture, living in the moment, making your own fun, etc, etc, etc… Heavy are themes of being playful and spontaneous for the sake of challenging your creativity and living your life to the fullest.

Understand that I have calibrated that she is not much of a talker. But she is very much into my stories. Nodding and smiling and encouraging me to continue. This is a contrast from all the girls that it seems like I have met lately that want to talk and talk and ask me a million questions. So I just roll with the stories. I also tell her this: “I know you’re wearing the slightest bit of makeup, but in this blue neon light it really stands out. Gorgeous. I know I’m talking a lot, but I have to keep talking or else I’m just going to be thinking about how beautiful you are.” She laughs and says, “No, no, go on, please…”

So I’m talking about the Wawa--which is this chain of food stores and sometimes gas stations that is popular in VA, NJ, and PA. When I first started seeing them in VA I was like, what is this Wawawawawa shit? Like hello, welcome to Wawa? Sounds like baby gargle. I intentionally told myself I wasn’t going to go to a place with a name like that. Then I ended up at one in NJ because I had no choice. I was hungry. But I decided it was pretty cool after all because of their hi-tech digital sub ordering system. Like, there will be no one else in line, and you’re right in front of the person who will be making the sub, but you still have to type in your order. With the little on-screen digital beep-beep thingy. You probably say hoagie, huh? But the subs are pretty good and now I’m hooked. I’m writing a song called “Hanging at the Wawa.” It’s going to be huge. So you guys got one in town right? Take me to your Wawa…

So this drunk guy comes out of the bar and pukes… really close to us. Nasty. I pull her to me and around the side of the bar and we’re standing in a sprinkle of rain. This guy starts talking to us. We’re eying each other like, how do we get him out of here, politely. But drunk dude says we look good together. OK. I said, “We sure do, don’t we” and I grab her and pull her close. I ask; “Who has a camera?” And she has one in her purse! She asks her friend to take our picture. The drunk guy is in the first one. Then I say, “How about one of just us” and I kiss her cheek and the drunk guy leaves.

After the picture, I take her hand and walk her back to the side of the bar where we had moved to in the rain. It’s the lightest sprinkle you can imagine. But here she is out of sight from her friends. I want to talk privately and I don’t know if they will cockblock. A risky move, as they might be more defensive if I pull her out of sight. So I position us so that they can still see her right side, but they cannot see me at all.

I tell her that my parents used to mail their Christmas cards to Bethlehem PA to be re-mailed with the city’s special postmark. My parents didn’t really do this, but I know that it is a service that her city offers to folks so they can get a special pictorial cancellation. She had never heard of it. I asked her if there is like a Christmas tree or a year-round Nativity scene or some big star. Se says there is a star up on the mountain and I say that she has to take me there and she says OK.

I say, “It’s so easy to talk to you. Such comfort. You seem so genuine and real. Some girls I meet…” and I look into the distance like the thought is too intense to finish. I look back at her, do the triangular gazing, put my hand behind her head and kiss her. I hold her close and we kiss a couple more times with increasing tension.

It’s 1:45. The bar closes at 2 and her friends will be leaving. Do I attempt some kind of fifteen minute drag-and-fuck, or do I get her to ratify her feelings and trust her to meet up? Let’s face it; the former would be the quickest way to a red light. This is how I structured the latter (probably more wordy, as I tend to be):

“Listen…I know, that you, like me, are adventurous and spontaneous…(nods)…we are the kind of people that if we find something, a person, an opportunity, that captures our attention and stirs our souls, we want to seize that opportunity and make it our own…(nods)…it’s like, even if our time together is limited, we still know that it’s the kind of intense and amazing experience that we’ll always remember and cherish…(nods)…I’m going to go to my van and sort the pictures that I was telling you about, and you’re going to go spend some time with your friends. Make them smile and make sure they have a way home. Then come see me…I’ll be right here…we’ll go look for the star or have some other incredible adventure.”

“OK” she says. I’m smiling the whole time and looking deep into her eyes. I kiss her again. Then walk off. Not another word and I don’t look back. No contact info, no Plan B. Either she shows or she doesn’t. And I don’t sit their waiting. I’m sorting pictures like I said.

About 2:15 there’s the softest little knock on the window. I open the door and she’s all smiles and I playfully pull her in. We tickle each other and give each other massages and things get explicit quickly. I give a couple, “This is so intense. This kind of thing doesn’t happen to me” kind of statements early on just to counteract possible LMR. But there really wasn’t any. Straight porno (you know which one) after that. Pretty intense. Right there in the parking lot of this bar in Bethlehem.

When we parted I gave her my email. For shits and giggles, I’ve included the email she sent the next day:

“You are a free spirit and have a beautiful soul, with an open heart. I would love to just travel with you and go wherever the wind blows us. I have obligations and yes……..a husband. I’m going to attempt to work things out with him. But things very possibly won’t heal. And if they don’t, you’ll be the first I call. If you are ever in Pennsylvania again, look me up. It’d be cool and maybe we are destined to see each other again. Thanks for an amazing night. You’ll be on my mind.”

A husband! That certainly was unexpected. Perhaps explains why she kept quiet. BTW, she is 24.

Note: 7/8. These same threads did nothing but arouse suspicion in Syracuse, NY (a college town). Like multiple girls thought I was local and making shit up. It amused me.

Note: 7/9. Just watched the sunset over Lake Ontario (8:50PM) in Oswego, NY. I’ve got this incredible neck pain. And mosquitoes are hellacious here. It’s like I’m in the Everglades or something. The girl I watched fireworks with on the 4th with has written me, and even though I will never see her again, this pleases me to get her email. Crossing the border tomorrow! Wish me luck! See you when I see you at the Summit.

GoneSavage

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GoneSavage: LR: PUA Tour: AtlanticCity: Banging a Belarusian Babe

2005-08-03T14:40:00.000+02:00

6/29 *Everything is true except the part about the cats*

Key’s to Lay:
--assumption of attraction
--being confident, positive, flirtatious, and playful
--smiling, laughing, showing genuine curiosity
--having a relaxed and relished certainty
--pacing and leading; escalating physically
--lots of playful, as well as, intimate kino
--spontaneous conversation with situational relevance
--DHVs of intelligence and openness
--diffusing token resistance

Personal Significance:
--sort of makes up for the gorgeous girl I lost in DC who is from the same country (see GoneSavage’s Greatest Misses).
--sort of makes up for the gorgeous girl I lost in Orlando who has the same name (see GoneSavage’s Greatest Misses).
--first time pulling day-game for a same-day-lay (SDL) in front of community guys.
--best sex yet since I have ended my LTR and hit the road (seriously).
--post makes no mention of being on a roadtrip or making trips to Wal-Mart.

I’m in Atlantic City with Icedub and Droots22. We’re playing street game on the boardwalk and retail areas. We’d been discussing mostly concepts of spontaneous storytelling and situational openers. I’ve got them noticing things about girls—how they walk, what they wear, what they might be out doing and how they might be feeling—and we’re discarding three second rules and opinion openers for more intuitive and thoughtful (and relevant) approaches. Good times. Lots of laughs and insights for all. And thanks again for your generosity guys…

Actually we’re sitting in a café finishing up pizza. Droots22 notices this girl breeze past us and says, “Hey, there’s that girl you pointed at earlier.” I’m like, “It’s meant to be. Time to orchestrate fate. I’m going to catch up with her, you guys follow behind me a few paces.”

The backstory is that we were earlier in a different section of town doing approaches and getting a feel for each other’s styles. In brisk transit, heading to where we wanted to eat, I’m talking theory and I break mid-sentence to just point at this girl in passing and say, “See that girl, I could definitely have her tonight.”

Four things:
1) She was definitely my type—brunette with bright expressive eyes, full lips and nice curves. 2) I was really just talking cocky shit. 3) She certainly heard me say something as she smiled at me (or maybe—us…nah). 4) We kept moving.

So here she is again and I’m literally jogging to catch up with her. The guys are not far behind. I’m really liking her ass in this long frilly skirt—the type that seems to be popular this summer.

When I catch up to her and walk two steps ahead, I keep walking beside her and say, “Hey…I noticed you earlier and I think you noticed me. I ran to catch up with you and introduce myself…”

She stops. I stop. We shake hands. I notice her accent, but I do not ask where she is from. My MO now is to let it come up more (or less) naturally. In this case, she actually asked me where I was from first. So I’ve got another eastern European girl on my hands.

I had told the guys earlier to keep me away from eastern European girls. They are so beautiful and I love adopting a teacher frame, but it never works out. And shops in the area are full of them. Most are really really beautiful. The trouble is that they tend to be here with a work-work-work mentality. Many of them with 14-16 hour workdays from a single or two jobs. Their bosses are insecure assholes that will actually yell at them or deduct pay for talking to guys on the job. And since they have earned the permission to be here to work then go home—thoughts of adventure, excitement, and romance are not always on their minds. Many date the European guys that are here. And the living and communication situations of these girls are a logistical nightmare.

But I found the exception.

I’m walking with her and she tells me she is from Russia and she has been here four days but she had been here last summer as well. Cool. I have a lot of friends from Russia and I just met a girl from Belarus when I was in Washington. “Belarus? That is where I am from! Nobody knows it, so I tell them Russia! They think it is South America!” I say, “Cool. You’ll have to tell me some stories about life in Minsk.”

Note: Some guys like to learn a few phrases in different languages as a DHV. I have NO capacity to remember anything in a different language and my pronunciation is horrible. It’s better for me to learn the name of the capitol city or some landmark or historic fact. This note is to remind me to go study geography.

So we’ve been talking for five minutes and I say, “Have you seen the cats?” She said No and I told her a story.

What is fun about this is that earlier I was with the guys and we stopped to see these five or six feral cats that were being fed on the boardwalk. I actually told the guy feeding them about Hemmingway’s six-toed cats in Key West. But to the guys, I asked, if you saw a beautiful girl right now, what is the first thing you would say to her? Being used to indirect opinion openers, they told me a couple examples. And I pushed them into set a couple times to watch how they would run an opinion opener and then transition. But anyway, I said, this is what I would say:

Have you seen the cats...? You won’t believe what I just saw… My friends and I are sitting on this bench down there. You know, just catching our breath and people watching. Down there near the fiberglass statue of Washington and his boat. And we hear this noise. This strange noise. We look around and all we see are old folk and kids minding their own. And we hear it again. Rrrrrrrwwwwwwooooooooooowwwwwww. Haha, yeah just like that. And we look at each other and we’re like WTF? So I start looking around. And right behind Washington’s boat are these two cats. And their going at it. The male cat is on top, of course, and he’s got the female cat in his teeth behind her neck, you know, biting her and holding her down. Like this….

And I let her see me make a C with my right hand and move it to her neck and give it a squeeze. Erogenous zone fun. My Belarus babe actually says, “lots of animals do this.” Haha, damn right. I say, “I haven’t even looked at the ocean today. Let’s check it out.” And I lead her off the boardwalk.

She takes off her shoes and we walk to the shoreline. I’ve got on boots and it’s not worth the hassle. We’re just there for a minute and I talk about watching the sunset over the Pacific coast. I say flirtatious things that allude to me taking her to California in the future. When we walk back I compliment her tie-up shoes (I don’t know what the fuck they are called) and I suggest we trade and I act like I’m taking my shoes off. She’s like, No way, they are from home, etc. We thumb wrestle and when we get up to the boardwalk, I grab her hand and pull her onto my back for piggyback fun. She’s laughing.

I phone Icedub (who was actually in sight, but I didn’t want to give her the impression that we had been followed) and we talked about going to the lighthouse. I told her to come along. Of course I had to explain what a lighthouse is and what it is for. Which is perfect for me. I love this teacher frame. Breaking things down to the basics; the bear root essence. Love it. Plus it allows you to rely more on the nonverbals.

So when they see me off the beach, my girl and I are hand-in-hand. I introduce the guys. They want to bounce, but I insist that this girl is cool and she will roll with us and I can still be a sounding board for their approaches. After more walking and rapport and holding her around the waist, I’m just like, “We have to find my friends girlfriends. What do you think of her…” Haha. So the guys do a couple more approaches and we bid each other good times, as I would be heading up the coast to see them again the next day.

Some topics and threads:

--She tells me that she has one job and she has been out today looking for another job. She has an interview the next day at a restaurant.
--I ask her how many people she lives with (figuring she was sharing a flat with like six people). She told me she lives alone. I dropped the subject, as I knew where I would be sleeping tonight.
--We talk about vodka, of course. She says she has two bottles. I ask if one is for show and the other for backup or is one for each hand. Good laugh.
--I asked her what she thought of a mural. She said she did not like it. I told her I loved it and she was crazy.
--I said isn’t this an amazing place pointing at casinos and such. She said she did not like it. She likes mountains and lakes and trees. Cool. You’re speaking my language now.
--I told her I date European women because they are sophisticated and stylish. American girls walk like they are about to fall over, they stare at the ground, and they wear things that don’t match. Funny thread and an indirect compliment.
--I say, “I have so much to teach you.” Several times.
--I will say a word and then say, “You know this word?” She will shake her head no and I will explain. Because if I don’t ask, she just nods her head like she understands.
--After explaining a few things, I tell her that she is lucky to have met me because most Americans have a very basic and plain understanding of English, but I will teach her eloquent, poetic, and useful words.
--I ask her to teach me a couple words in Russian. I attempt to pronounce them, which is a chance for her to DHV. I seriously think I am pronouncing it exactly, but she insists on correcting me five or six times before giving up.
--She says that she likes my laugh. I thank her as I think that is about the best compliment anyone could get. I talk about laughter being in the moment and how there are laughter coaches in America.
--She says that I am very affectionate and close. Most American men are not. She talks about watching couples and how the man walks so far ahead and never talks to his girl. So sad.
--I ask her favorite movie, favorite actress, thoughts on American music, common shit. I tell her that I have to see this movie that she is describing and I ask her if she has it. She does!

So we reach the end of the boardwalk where you can see the lighthouse. In the distance. You are still quite far from visiting the lighthouse. She says, “You came to Atlantic City to see this?” It looked so small with the high-rise hotels behind it. I laugh and tell her that I am going to get her and I tickle her and spin her around. We watch the last rays of sunlight descend over the casinos. I lead her to this little building on the beach to block the wind.

She refuses like my first four kiss attempts. Not verbally, but by turning her head. Cool. We talk about things. We laugh. We exchange little massages. I kiss her neck and arms and cheeks. We’re finally fall into the first kiss very sensually. Break away and each kiss is exponentially more intense. Very nice.

I tell her that I am going to spank her. She says, “What is this?” So I show her. The foreplay is escalating and I’m thinking about how to get her back to her place. It’s so damn cold with the wind. And if she has her own place, it is so ON for the rest of the night. Better to let the anticipation build.

So I take her hand and we start heading back. Great conversation and the vibe is even stronger than before. She says that she wants some coffee, which I was actually willing to buy her, but, much to my continued fortune, the coffee shop that she knew about was closed. I stop her and kiss her along the way a couple times. We get a “get a room” comment which is always fun. Buying temperature dips when I spend several minutes looking for my vehicle in the parking deck. But we finally find it. I give her some CDs to look through and she tells me the directions as we drive and talk.

Her place is really tiny but otherwise not bad. I find a small stack of CDs on her table and ask to hear some of the music. She has no CD player. I say, hold on and I go get my computer. We play this CD and I rip the tracks for massive social proof in the future. She sings along and translates parts.

I ask her to show me some pictures and we look at postcards that she has from Russia and Belarus. We look at a book on Belarus and I ask questions like a ten year old schoolboy looking at his first National Geographic. These churches and monuments look incredible.

I ask if she has candles. Nope. I turn off the light and keep the computer that is playing the CD open for mood light. I’m tickling her and such. We make out. Things progress slowly and passionately. LMR consisted of physical blocking. Two steps back, one forward, and nothing needed to be verbalized. She was quite sexually responsive and I gave her a full repertoire of positions.

After we made love, we showered. (Yes!) Then we watched this movie: The Barber of Siberia. It was painfully long. I fell asleep. Then we made love again. Then slept. Then went at it one more time in the morning. Amazing and passionate each time. Love life.

GoneSavage

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GoneSavage: LR: PUA Tour: Annapolis: 3Some on the Dock of the Bay

2005-08-03T14:36:00.000+02:00

6/23 I’d had a great drive from VA and I made stops at two historic sites including the birthplace of George Washington. I drove into Annapolis feeling this amazing energy. The sun was setting. I got a parking space with no problem and didn’t even have to pay to park. People were milling about the harbor area. I got a couple shots of the state house and swung into a few t-shirt and souvenir shops.

“I’ve already been in here, haven’t I?” I remark on my second visit. I wanted to see if the devastatingly cute sales girl had noticed me before. She’d been busy with customers, so I left and came back.

HB: “Uh, yeah, I think I saw you earlier.”
GS: “Well…I hope that doesn’t mean what I think it might mean.”
HB: “What’s that?”
GS: “That I’ve seen it all…I’ve seen all your city has to offer: Souvenir shops and a statue of Alex Haley.”
HB: “Well it is a little town. Did you go see the capitol?

She’s engaged. We chat. I tell her that I want to see where the creative and fascinating and offbeat locals hang out. Not the tourist traps and the expensive restaurants. I tell her about the other sites that I had seen that day. I make fun of a couple of items in the store. Like the crab claw lighter. And the rubber bracelets that say “courage” and “love” and the like.

She tells me a bit about Naptown. We share laughs. I entice her to be my tour guide. I came back when she closed the store. We walk to what is more of an arts district and we go to a coffee-bar. She’s got a curfew. Damn. 19 and lives at home. We hold hands as we walk back and we kiss. Nice kiss, right there in front of my wheel estate. We plan a vague date to steal a boat and tour the Chesapeake the next day.

I’m realizing that a simple daytime insta-date is about as reliable as a nightgame make-out in a club. If I can’t close because of logistics or whatever, the possibility of seeing her another day is pretty rare. So I move on. I visit a couple dead bars.

Then I see THEM. Across the street. Sitting on a bench with space between them. The brunette is on her phone. The blonde is, well, there too. Let’s go have some fun…

I cross the street beyond where they are sitting and walk up toward them. I look at the blonde as I am passing and stick my tongue out at her. Without noting a reaction, I swing in and sit right between them.

“So…what’s there to do in Annapolis tonight? Where’s the happening hotspot--the hangout of the hip?” One girl is on the phone, so my question is directed more toward the other girl. They give each other “do you know him?’ looks. I keep talking.

Tonight I’ve got threads about the first two places I visited. It’s a similar approach as to when I was in DC and the first club I went in turned out to be a strip-club and the second place I went to turned out to be a lesbian club. Well, tonight, the first place I went turned out to be a “Members Only” private affair and the second place was a frat-boy cock-fest and clearly I forgot my pink polo. It’s a hit with this two set. Shit, let me try to spell one out….

Man, you won’t believe this. See that place down there…yeah the one across the harbor with all the people. So I roll into your town and I’m feeling great. See, I’m the kind of person who is just social. You know, I’m energetic and open and I like to meet new people. I have no agenda. I like to share stories, you know? So I see all these people down there, and I figure that is the place to be. They say nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd. So I go in and I’m just kinda getting a feel for the place. And I notice that like everyone is staring at me. And whispering. But not the good kind of whispering, like “He’s cute…Stay back, he’s mine!” It’s more like, “Uh…who invited this guy.” Then this guy comes up to me and he says, “hey buddy, let me show you something.” I’m thinking, shit, what did I do? And he takes me to the door and points to this sign that says “Members Only” and then he just says, “Bye.” I’m like, WTF, what is this shit, Members Only? How does he know I’m not a member? Where I’m from there’s NO members only clubs. Unless it’s a swingers club—but that’s a different story. Hey, now that I think about it….maybe it was a swingers club…you’re not a member are you?

So then I go to this other place. The one over there with the neon. Yeah, so this place turns out to be a complete frat-boy cock-fest. Actually, you two should go over there. You’d be the only girls in the place and these guys would buy you drinks all night. It’d be great as long as they didn’t speak. Now I see why girls believe in love at first sight, because once guys like these open their mouths—it’s all over. Anyway, I’ve perfected my Annapolis look. I’m going to come out with a pink polo shirt and a sweater across my shoulders… holding a beer in one hand and an ice cream cone in the other. Then I’d fit in…

So the blonde is laughing and asking me the “where are you from” type questions. Toward the brunette who’s still on the phone, I say, as if I am her: “Uh, honey, I have to tell you—it’s over. I met this guy who’s fascinating and intriguing and captivating and amazing…. in bed. Sorry to have to break up like this, but I can’t keep it a secret any longer.”

Well, the girls laugh and the brunette tells me that she is talking to a girl and she wants me to talk to her. Okay sure. I should have run with lesbian talk, but instead I said something like. “Where are you? Tonight is the most happening night ever! It’s like Mardi Gras down here! Come meet us. BTW, you’re friend is being really forward with me. I really don’t mind, but let her know that I’m really not that easy.”

Anyway, this girl was in NY. I give the phone back to the brunette and talk to the blond. Here’s another thread:

You know how all these people are wearing these silly rubber bracelets that say “strength” and “courage” and stuff? At first I thought they were really cheesy, but then I thought maybe it’s a good idea. I mean, it could help you screen for the kind of people you really would like to meet. So you wouldn’t waste too much time with the wrong people--you just look at their bracelets. It’s like a list of their best qualities. So for me, I would look for one that say, um…Adventurous, spontaneous, sexy, smart, uh…rich. What would your bracelets say…besides feisty?

Look at the artistry there. We talked about her qualities and how you would have to earn them and prove that you exhibit such qualities. We chatted some more and introductions were in there somewhere. The brunette finally ends her call. In festive and energetic tone, I slap both of their legs (in jeans) and I say:

GS: “So where are we going now? It’s so exciting to have two cute tour guides… Show me that one spot that is just so tranquil and serene that no tourist could possible know about it.”
HB: “Um, we could take you under the bridge.”
GS: “What, are we going to meet homeless people?”
HB: (laughing) “No, it’s like a park where you can see all of the city and the harbor. It’s like a teenage make-out place.”
GS: “Cool. I’d love to check it out. But my clothes are staying on.”

It is now midnight and I’ve been talking with these girls for ten minutes tops. So we go to the brunette’s car. I ride in the backseat. She apologized for the mess saying that she wasn’t expecting company. I say, “It’s cool. It will give me something to pilfer through.” So, on the ride, I make fun of some of the stuff I find in the backseat. Including a to-go box that she *swore* was from the same day. Found an Italian text book and quizzed her. Which was more of a chance for them to laugh at my inability to pronounce the words. Found out they were both music (voice) majors at a college on the MD side of DC. Though they had both lived in Annapolis most of their lives and are home for the summer. And they are best friends. The blonde is 21 and the brunette is 20.

We first went to this park/pier with a view of the Naval Academy. I’m still in social-fun mode. Lots of joking around. Then we went to this war memorial and things got a little heated. First we were talking about the couples making out. And how we were going to capitalize on the place and charge people for make-out space and charge other people fees to watch. The blonde is walking ahead of us and I’m looking more exclusive with the brunette. I’m not sure what’s going to happen, but there is definitely sexual tension building with the brunette. The blonde senses this and appears to give us space. There are also a couple times throughout the night when I wonder off to give them time to talk and perhaps decide what they are going to do with me. There is no kino at this point.

Actually, I had a fun idea to introduce touch. I said, “Hey, I’m going to close my eyes, and you trace my hand over these letters and I’ll see if I can determine what it says.” I’m refereeing to some engraved words at the memorial. So the brunette takes my hand so lightly (if you think about it, you do not need to be guided to feel an engraving) and traces a letter with my finger. It is actually kind of challenging because the letters are not very big and not carved very deep. So I do the same with the brunette and then the blonde. I say it remind me of something else. And I finger-write a letter on her back and have her guess what it is. This leads to some light massaging of her shoulders. The brunette looks a little miffed for a second, but keeps smiling at us. She tells us to lay down to look at the stars.

We all lay down and I just let them tell me about their friends and there is some sex talk. For example, the blonde has had sex at the park we were just at. But nothing really explicit and I give no sex stories of my own and they don’t ask for any. The brunette says, “Where else can we go. This is fun. I’ve lived here for so long and I’ve never actually stopped here.” The blonde says, “Yeah it takes some strange guy from Atlanta to show us our own city.” We laugh. I say, “I wish I had this map that I picked up earlier, and then we could find this place to view the lighthouse.” They insist that we go back to my van and get the map. And we do so.

The map is one of those cartooney things and is of little help. We never find the lighthouse. But we do end up at another pier on the beach and we lay out and watch the stars and chat. The brunette and I see the same shooting star. I’m walking between then and holding both of their hands at one point. Then I find this unlocked storage shed with a big-ass wagon in it. So we pull each other around in this wagon for some good laughs. The brunette, who is the most outspoken of the three of us (remember I’m just being chill about all this) says that it would be even more fun if we were drinking. They tell me about some drunken adventures that they’d had together. The blonde says that she has this bottle of vodka at home. Hmmm…

So the situation is that the brunette lives with her parents. The blonde lives with a guy roommate. I live in a van. Haha. We ride to the blonde’s place and I am giving them both simultaneous head massages from the back seat. There is NO conversation. Pretty intense. The brunette (driving) keeps glancing at me in the rear-view. I pretend to not notice and actually keep looking out the windows.

We arrive at the blonde’s house and she runs in to get the alcohol. I was close to kissing the brunette, but I decide to let the tension build even longer. I told her that she owed me $20 for the massage and that the speed-bump-sensations were of no extra charge. She says, “We should call it even for me giving you such a wonderful tour of the city.” The blonde comes out with a full bottle of vodka. She tells us that her roommate was up and asked her if she wanted to play video games, she’s like, “Uh…I’m still out.” Good times.

So she tells us that we are going to go to her favorite place. Another boat dock. This is the fourth place we’ve visited since I’ve met them. It’s about 3:30 by now. We’re all just being pretty calm and relaxed and I don’t think any of us really had expectations about where this was going.

But alcohol is here now. And, shit, if that doesn’t change everything. At least the accountability. I just let them continue with their stories about drunkenness, parties, and boyfriends. I’m just laughing and encouraging the stories with questions. I’m more verbally encouraging with the blonde to compensate for the enhanced physicality that has developed between me and the brunette. I really don’t know what’s going to happen, but clearly the brunette could be fucked. But I really don’t know if that will be possible with her friend there. The blonde and I are laying across the brunette’s stomach. Such that the tops of our heads meet. I reach over my head and rub the blonde’s head. She’s never rejected my touch, but she does not apply touch (like the brunette does). In retrospect, it almost makes sense—the brunette and I have coupled, so she doesn’t want to advance on her best friend’s man. But my touches could certainly be accepted.

Did I mention the alcohol? So we’re taking “gulps” of vodka since we had no shot glass. The raspberry shit with no chaser. I match with the blonde that we are rum drinkers and tea drinkers. While the brunette is a vodka and cola girl. I’m really not much of a drinker at all. We’re sitting up now, all very close. We’re getting giddy and laughing about stupid shit. Very close. The blonde turns to get the bottle for what would be my sixth gulp and says something; when she turns back around the brunette and I are kissing.
Passionate heavy kissing--the kind that’s had from letting the sexual tension build for like four hours.

Well…the blonde is still with us, stunned and watching. So, naturally, I break from the brunette and grab the blond behind her head and slowly pull her in and kiss me. I escalate between the two with prolonged kisses and necking and fondling. I pull the brunette down so that we’re lying on the dock kissing heavily. The blonde starts rubbing my cock through my pants.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay with this and you won’t regret it in the morning,” the brunette says to her friend. “Yeah I’ll be OK.” No one asked me if I was okay. So sad. Green light for me to lead.

This was amazing. It’s not as difficult as you might think to please two girls at once. Basically whenever I progressed with one, I would actually be devoting more intimate attention to the other. Like when my hand was down one girl’s pants finger-fucking her, I was rubbing the other girl’s breasts with my other hand and kissing her in wonderful ways.

I was always one step ahead with the brunette to reward her alpha-behavior. While I am first penetrating her, she has all my attention looking deep in her eyes with lots of kissing. Once we are steadily fucking, I turn my upper-body attention more toward her friend. After the brunette came, I pulled out of her and fucked the blonde until she came. Still kissing and caressing and fingering the brunette. Then I pull out of her friend and she sucks my dick a bit then I’m back in the brunette. “We sure do get into some strange situation together” she commented to her friend during the act.

Well, the sun hadn’t officially risen, but there was now enough daylight for anyone to see what was going on. The blonde became self aware and I’m still fucking her friend. Keep in mind that we have no pillow or blankets, just raw fucking on the dock. We hear a boat take off and realize that this guy had to have been watching us as he undocked. She puts her clothes on and heads toward the car. She’s giggly and giddy and unashamed, but done. The brunette and I say “fuck it” and I plow her doggy style with some perverted fisherman lingering around the marina.

Some kids show up to go crabbing from the pier. We’re all cracking up and set to leave. The blonde has to work at 8AM. Turns out, this was the first threesome for them both. They wanted to know how often this happens in my travels. Never once did they kiss or sensually touch each other. Goddamn this was hot having them both laying beside each other and fucking them missionary, taking my dick from one to the other. It’s so incredible to fuck one girl while fingering and kissing a different girl. Love life.

GoneSavage

Epilogue: After we dropped off the blonde, the brunette and I set off and finally found the lighthouse which is a mile off shore, but viewed from a particular park. We slept on the grass in the park for a couple hours. Another surprise was that I hadn’t been ticketed when I finally got to my van at 11AM. We moved the van, had sex in the van, and then she treated me to lunch and a movie. Mr. and Mrs. Smith was a decent movie, though it seemed a bit long—at least for someone who hadn’t slept and was still thinking about his early-morning threesome on a dock of the Chesapeake Bay.

as seen on Fast Seduction

GoneSavage: LR: PUA Tour: Virginia: Deer or Waterfalls?

2005-08-03T14:35:00.000+02:00

6/15. What a day. What just happened was so intense and exciting I have to
write it up NOW--mere minutes after it just happened.

I spent today sightseeing and hiking and spending time outdoors and taking
pictures (see earlier blog post). Stuff that brings me pleasure that is not
related to women or seduction. Of course, that doesn’t mean that my mind has
not been somewhat occupied with women and seduction as I enjoyed these other
activities. But I certainly have not spent any time today “picking up” or even
socializing. I just did what I felt like doing.

Yet I just had sex. I can barely believe it. It seems like it “just
happened.” I didn’t spend a whole day or even a night “in field.” (Well, I was
actually in an actual FIELD for awhile.) This was practically the only person
I talked to all day. Amazing. This was a true Lifestyle Lay. (Read earlier
posts for more on the topic of the lifestyle I am cultivating.)

So I roll into Harrisonburg, VA after spending the day in Shenandoah National
Park. I was thinking about what a great day I had and how it sucked that I
couldn’t stay longer (and in fact couldn’t even tour the rest of the park)
because I have to hit the Interstate.

It is 10PM exactly. I’m surprised that Harrisonburg is a sizeable city. I
mean, they have a mall and (as I later found out) not one, but two, Super
Wal-Marts. I see a large chain bookstore that closes at 11PM and decide that I
will sit in the café for one hour and charge my batteries and sort the pictures
from the day. I’m eager to see what shots turned out best.

I’m sitting there all sweaty (and smelly no doubt) in shorts and a t-shirt and
hiking boots. Messy hair, as I had been wearing a hat all day. I sit there
and transfer the pictures from the memory cards to the laptop.

Then SHE walks in. She breezes past me long enough for me to see her
shoulder-length light-red hair and really nice breasts. No eye contact.
Didn’t even get a good look at her face. She’s at the café counter ordering a
drink. I turn and see her ass in tight jeans. Me likes.

So I think: You have to talk to her. Then I think, but you’re smelly and
sweaty and dressed shabbily and BUSY and you’re leaving within the hour. Then
I think, yeah but, you could be plowing that ass tonight. Then I think,
goddamn, you think too much.

So I made a compromise with myself. I said, if she sits down in the café or
otherwise stays in the store, I absolutely have to talk to her, if she gets her
drink and walks out the door, well, it just wasn’t meant to be.

Well, she gets her drink and takes off to another part of the store. She had
no interest in lingering around the café, where I was the only person to be
seen. I wait a minute or so and go off to find her. I see her sitting with a
magazine and I decide to walk past her to the bathroom.

There I decided to approach her with a neutral opener and ask her where
something was. I also made it a point to avoid looking in the mirror. I
figured that if I confirmed that I was dressed poorly or looked sweaty and
worn, I would rationalize not approaching. But I made a pact with myself.
It’s on.

I walk from her left in front of her where she is sitting and past her and
pivot toward her and stop and say: “Hey…do you know if there is a Wal-Mart
around here?”

She starts giving me directions by naming streets and I shake my head with a
confused look and I say, “I don’t know streets, I’ve never been in this city
before in my life.”

Well, she didn’t take the hook. Instead she gives more descriptive and
detailed directions. I repeat them and then say, “Guess there’s not much to do
around here since you’re in a bookstore on a Tuesday night.”

She says, “I love to read” and she turned her attention back to her magazine.

I say, “Cool. I have to go get back to my computer before some bookworm steals
it.”

I go to the computer and I think, damn, she was not very warm. Well, I did the
approach. Done. I tried. I go back to sorting the pictures. The photos are
NICE. Soon I think, wouldn’t it be cool if someone were over here looking at
them with me? That girl probably would like them, couldn’t hurt to ask here
over.

Then I decided, you know what, I’m just going to pick up the computer and go to
her! And that’s what I did. I put the computer in my bag without turning it
off and walk up to where she’s sitting.

GS: Deer or waterfalls?
HB: What?
GS: Deer…or…waterfalls?
HB: Uh, waterfalls, I guess.
GS: Cool. I’m going to show you something amazing; these are the pictures I
took today.

So I sit down, whip out the computer and start showing her the pictures. The
waterfall pictures are before the deer, but of course I show her both. I tell
a very brief version of the story that I typed up for the pervious post. She’s
not giving me her full attention – still flipping through the magazine. Some
of the deer pictures are really wonderful. Like cute fawn frolicking in a
field of flowers. Another one of a doe liking the fawn’s ass.

I look at a few pictures, then engage her again, “look at this one.” She tells
me that the place is a really common place to see deer. I tell her that I had
fun and I tell her that I’VE never seen anything like this number of deer in
Georgia. She asks what part of GA and relates a story of when she was in
Atlanta and tells me that she used to go to school in Greenville, South
Carolina. Now she is back home and has transferred to JMU (she’s 20).

GS: J…M…U…
HB: James Madison University
GS: You spoiled it! I was going to guess. I knew it had to be one of the
eight Virginian presidents.
HB: Yeah, it’s a nice school. You should check it out.
GS: Like right now? Is there anything I’d be interested in… like a bell tower
or a cool sculpture? I love to check out landmarks and public art.
HB: Uh…well, there is a statue of James Madison.
GS: Cool. We should go steal it and hold it for ransom. We’ll tie rope around
it to pull it over with your car. Then stash it in the forest. When the
authorities catch up with us, we’ll demand that they give you straight A’s. By
that time, I’ll be long gone!
HB: Okay, because that’s the only way I’d get straight A’s!

As you can see, I was trying to structure a reason for her to spend time with
me and show me something. Insta-date. Plus I was future projecting a silly
adventure of us doing stuff together.

We talk a little more about Greenville and this city and how grocery stores are
different in the south. I tell her a few quick stories and tell her that I
plan to go to Natural Bridge the next day. She tells me that the drive is not
bad and it is a beautiful place. I talk about how I hate driving straight
through long distances because I’m a sucker for stopping to see the sights and
meeting interesting people. Etc, etc.

So she gets up to leave and says, “Have fun at Wal-Mart. I actually need to go
over there and get some make-up.” Hmm… I say, “Cool, I should just ride with
you. So I don’t get lost. And you can show me the James Madison statue and
the rest of your campus.”
She says “OK.” I say, “Hang on” and she waits while I shut down the computer.

It’s almost 11PM. We go outside the bookstore, and I say “hang on” again as I
put the computer in the van. Just as I walk to the passenger side and she
says, “Do you sleep in your van?” I think this is pretty bold of her to ask.
She’s keen. I say, “Yeah. Allows me to be anywhere I want. It’s extremely
convenient….and comfortable.”

We take off and she starts talking about how she has moved back home with her
parents for the summer and how she hates it because they are nosy and like to
know where she is at all times. She tells me how they got pissed when she
first started staying at her boyfriends and she says “like that’s the ONLY
place we could be having sex.” I ignore the sex thread and say that it is nice
that her parents are protective and concerned. She should appreciate that.
BTW, I don’t know her name—we have not introduced.

We do a little drive-thru tour of campus and I have her tell me things about
the city, etc. She’s telling me that it’s basically a college party town. I
ask about nightlife and talk a bit about nightlife in DC. She tells me about
the restaurant she works at. When we get to Wal-Mart, I say, “What did you say
you needed, make-up?” She says, “Yeah, I was looking at these fashion magazines
and now I feel like I need new make-up.”

Hahaha! Anyway, I ignore the plea for beauty reassurance. And I don’t make a
comment on the influence of pop culture playing on her insecurities. Instead,
I tell her about how excited I was when our town got its first Wal-Mart
Supercenter. And how they should have date-nights at Wal-Marts.

We go straight to the makeup section. I put on some lipstick. She laughs. I
say I have to get a gallon of water and I’ll come back. That doesn’t take
long. When I get back, she’s like, “you ready.” No makeup? “They don’t have
what I’m looking for.” Chicks are fun. The indicators of interest are
mounting. But it gets even better.

I buy the water and say, “Where to now?” She says, “I don’t know. I could
show you where I work.” Cool. When whe get out of the car this time, she say,
“By the way, I’m….” and I introduce myself and tell her that it is nice to meet
her. Anyway, this place is a really upscale brew pub and she tells me they
have really busy happy hours. They are closed now, but her coworkers are in
there drinking. We go in and I tell her she is “one of those people who can’t
stay away from their workplace, even on her day off.” Her rebuttal is to say
that it doesn’t count because they are closed and we will only be there a
minute. She gives me a tour and tells me about the job and I meet a couple
people. Asks if I want a drink, but I really didn’t want get stuck there. I
scan the menu and talk to a dude about how the brew thing works while she chats
this chick.

I hear her telling this girl that she almost had a threesome with her boyfriend
and his brother. But she didn’t because the brother was only fifteen. And she
didn’t like that he was hitting on her by making fun of her. But she almost
did it, “just to say she had.”

I said, “Hey you could have checked two things off your list at once. The
brother scenario and the underage fantasy. That would have really lowered your
Purity Test score.” They laugh. The other girl says that she has never had
sex with brothers but she has had sex with best friends.

Who are these sex-crazed women? And why-oh-why didn’t I play up BOTH of these
girls for a threesome?!? Damn, I let that one slip.

So my girl takes me next door to this place that is a coffee shop during the
day and a bar at night. I say that is becoming quite a trend. I dig it. It’s
the only place open on a Tuesday night. There are about 8 people in there.
Cool place with collages on every wall. She gets some mocha-thing which is her
second coffee drink since we met. I led her to a corner that has a shit load
of thrift store books and say, “You’ll like it here since you like to read.”

I pick up a book called “Thriving on Chaos.” I say this is just like me.
Someone who quits his job, severs his social ties, and hits the road in search
of life and adventure, thriving on chaos. I turn to a random page where a
chapter is titled: “Creating A Climate That Encourages Spontaneous
Initiative-Taking.” Whoa…how appropriate. I scanned the chapter and found out
it was some dense business theory, but I love the title.

I say, “Did you notice the make-out corner.” There were two couples making out
across the room. She says something about how she hates PDA. I agree and say,
“I mean, show some decorum, all the lonely people in the world don’t want to
see that.”

We talk a little about movies and music and hobbies. (I love girls that
consider sleeping a hobby.) I tell her that we have to get her some adventure.
I ask her what her life would be rated as a movie. She says R because of sex
and language. I tell her that if she had said G or PG then I couldn’t continue
to talk to her. She asks me in turn. I say R, but I offer no stories.
Somehow she starts telling me about loosing her virginity by getting fucked on
the floor while her best friend slept on the couch in the same room.

We are sitting on different chairs facing each other in a way that out legs are
positioned at 90 degrees toward each other. She puts her legs across my knees
and I act casual about it but then I look at her feet in her sandals and I say,
“Man…someone’s got some dirty feet.” She takes her feet down and looks
offended. I don’t apologize, but I say:

GS: “You don’t have esteem issues do you?”
HB: “Of course not, I have a healthy self-image. I love myself.”
GS: “Good… because I think you’re cute. And I want you to be comfortable with
me liking you. That’s really why I came to talk to you at the bookstore.”
HB: “I figured as much.” (She smiles.)
GS: “Now, if we could just clean your feet, we might have something here.” (She
laughs.)

So, I saw signs of a somewhat low or average self-esteem and I used that as an
opportunity to give her the SOI that I felt she needed. Since I had approached
her in an implicitly direct way and so far I’d been pretty tentative and
cautious in showing interest, she seemed the type to need a little reassurance.
I really like her ‘figured as much’ response.

She says come sit here and pats her chair. I say, “Do I get a back rub?” She
asks, “Do I get one in return?” I say, “Sure. But I give intense massages, not
weak back rubs.” I move in and she massages my shoulders and I say harder and
she gets into it and I moan and sway just a bit. She says, “My turn” and I say
not yet and I have her do me a little more.

We swap seats and I give her a pretty intense little massage. I tell her that
she is so tense and she needs to get her BF to give her massages more often. I
mention a couple threads like “massage is hypnosis for the body.” Intense. I
also massage her scalp and I’m leaning in and breathing intensely on her neck.
Smelling her hair and brushing my cheeks and nose against her. She turns her
head and her body around and we kiss. Proceed to make-out and I pull back. I
say, “You are driving me wild, but I am trying to be…good.” She pulls me in
and we make out again. I remind her that I have a long drive and I should get
going.

Now she is in full chase mode and she asks if she could come with me. I tell
her that she would have to follow me in her car because I was not going to come
back up that way. She thinks about it and says okay and that “maybe we could
get a room at the lodge down there.” Maybe. We talk about what time we would
have to get up to leave and I tell her that she should get home and get some
sleep and not worry her parents.

So we drive back to the bookstore. I hop out of her car without saying
goodbye, but without telling her that I’m going to show her anything either. I
go to the passenger’s side of my van and get some water. She walks around and:

HB: “I want to see the inside of the van.”
GS: “I don’t know--I wasn’t exactly expecting to give a tour today.”
HB: “Come on, I have to see where you sleep.”

So I open the side door and she just hops in! It is only possible to do this
at this point because my bike was stolen in DC. Normally the bike would block
the side and you’d have to enter the van from the front or the rear. So she
just lays back on the pillows and the heap of clothes other stuff that we could
have moved.

GS: “Well shit, you sure look comfortable.”
HB: “Mmmm…I want you so bad.”
GS: “That’s…nice…to know…but you’re going to have to beg for it.”

It was all pretty obscene from there. She’s giving me pretty good head and she
says, “How do you want this to end.” I thought I was being remarkably clever
when I said, “Baby, are you kidding? I *don’t* want this to end.” Then I
started playing with her pussy to let her know that I would indeed be fucking
her then and there. Love life.

GoneSavage

as seen on Fast Seduction

GoneSavage: LR: PUA Tour: WashingtonDC d4: Freak on the Street.

2005-08-03T14:30:00.000+02:00

DC Day 4.
I parked at the Harris Teeter in Balston, because I can’t afford another $8
parking day in a garage. It’s a 24 hour store, very crowded when I left, so I
figured I’d be okay. My intent was to bike downtown and cross the Roosevelt
Bridge instead of the Key Bridge and end up near GW University instead of
Georgetown. Once I got there, the Roosevelt Bridge just looked like an
interstate ramp—it didn’t look safe for biking. After colliding with a taxi
yesterday, I decided to just cross the Key Bridge and bike through Georgetown
and over into another area.

Well, of course I see an amazing girl walking in Georgetown. So I park the
bike and head after her. I walk up from behind (I guess this is my trademark)
pace a couple steps beside her, check out her face (NICE this time). “Hey”
(pause) “I know this is odd, but I couldn’t walk past without paying you a
compliment…” (Pause--we’re still walking, but I slow down as I say) “There’s
just something about your energy, the way you carry yourself… that I find very
attractive.” I don’t really give time for it to be deflected and I introduce
myself and when I hear the accent I immediately ask her where she if from.
Uzbekistan. Great! I tell her about my Russian friends, etc. I should
actually brush up on geography and *perhaps* learn a little Russian for strong
social proof since it looks like soviet girls are becoming my type. Nah. I
walk with her all the way to GW University, which is where I wanted to go, but
I kinda wanted to BIKE there. Anyway, this girl has been in the US for 5 years
and she does not work and she likes FUN and her English is a lot better than
Belarus babe. The catch is, of course, she is married. I tried to work an in,
but nah. Two fun things that I remember her saying: “American girls have no
style. They think this shirt will go with this skirt. NO. It is horrible. You
must look in the mirror.” And “You show me a US map and say ‘Texas’ and I will
show you. You say ‘Uzbekistan’ to an average America and they say ‘what??
Pakistan?’” Good times.

I am wearing a black hat that I just got. It is a weird hat like a skull
cap/toboggan but with a bill. I really want to wear a hat if I am doing street
PU because I hate when my forehead gets sun-burnt. So I tried to find one a
bit unusual. The approaches at the mall are less than memorable. Maybe
because I was doing *opinion* openers based on the silly hat. Girls said they
approved of the hat, but it was awkward for me to transition after that. Back
on the street, and back to being more direct.

I quick-number closed this amazingly hot brunette going to a broadcasting
class. I walk up from behind as she is walking and say, “Hold on” and I
started zipping her backpack. “You almost spilled everywhere.” She says,
“Thank you” with a genuine expression. I joke about the sweaty gym shorts she
almost lost and I say, “Really, I thought you were cute and it was a good
excuse to come talk to you. Are you nice?” She says, “Yes, are you nice? I
guess you are because you helped me out.” I run my impressions of DC threads.
I walk her to class as we chat and exchange numbers. I say, “If we get along
on the phone, we’ll do something low-key like coffee.” She say, OK great!

By now it is like 5PM, I do a couple more approaches. Then I realized that I
am drained for energy and I am actually becoming another one for these tired
and worn folk with zombie faces. I remembered how upbeat and lively and
full-of-energy I was three days ago. I sit and just watch for a bit. On the
flip side, I also realize that this is the first day I have positively been
feeling better from some kind of sickness (very little coughing today). It’s
overcast again and I’m thinking another Monday storm is in store and I figure I
have to start walking back towards Georgetown. Of course, I get lost.

Then I see HER. She’s across the street and walking the opposite direction.
Hot brunette with her curly hair tied up, black shirt, long black boots, and a
hot pink skirt. And big dangly beaded earrings (though I probably didn’t
notice these until I was closer). I cross the street then head the direction
she was walking.

“Hey…this is probably awkward, but I just had to tell you...I love your
vibe…and your sense of style.” She says thank you and I introduce myself.
Then I say, “What do you do? What’s your thing? Where are you going?” I don’t
think rapid-fire questions are really solid game, but when she took the time to
answer each before asking me anything, I had that sensation of really feeling I
was IN. So I kept walking with her and we had great convo. I ran my
impressions of DC threads and we talked about places we have traveled and
interests and passions. Etc, etc. At some point she says, “Are you leading or
am I? I need to go THAT way.” OK, have you eaten? “Yeah, but I could eat
again.” Why don’t we just get a drink? OK. I find out she is 20. We go to
Starbucks and I display my cheapskate side when I ask for an ice-water and when
the cashier tells me that they only SELL water I’m like, oh, nevermind. She
wants lemonade and is told they only have lemonade in bottles. I put my hand
on her back and whisper, we should go somewhere else. I walk her to sit in the
shelter of this tree. The sun has just gone down and it is raining lightly.
BTW, this is in Dupont Circle which she tells me is GAY district. I talk about
being aggressively hit on by a gay in Richmond and how I was just going to put
up with him until he made a “statement of intent.” She laughed at the term.
But I rubbed her shoulder and side to demonstrate how I got hit on. She said
that was hardly aggressive. ;)

We continue walking. I’d definitely come back to this area to check it out. I
found out her living situation and we’re just having lively conversation. I
tell her about going on gem trails in the west to find garnets and turquoise
and petrified wood and apache tears and such. She’s traveled a lot and tells
me about her time in Cuba doing social research. BTW, she is half Puerto Rican
and half white; very cute. I tell her about interpersonal philosophy and my
tests that she probably couldn’t pass. “Little body language stuff that I made
up to help me meet the kind of people that I really want to meet.” So I showed
her the trust test and explained it afterwards. Then I showed her the hand
holding test that I made up on the spot. Basically I had her interpret the
different ways people can hold hands and pick a favorite. So we’re now walking
fingers intertwined. I just hold her hand for a couple minutes to not seem
clingy. She had told me earlier that she had to head home to let her dogs out.
I’m trying to find a reason to get me there with her. Cooking was not the best
route since she had just eaten. I did find out what she likes to cook. So I
start talking about movies and find out what she has and what I have to see.
We head off. Still having great conversation with some teasing. Great vibe.
At one point she says how random this is and how she never gets approached by
fun guys. This is also a callback to earlier topics about people in DC being
aloof and standoffish or expecting something from people and people wearing
headphones, etc.

At one point she asks my last name. I say, “I hope this is a genealogy thing,
and not the part where you put my last name next to your first name and start
imagining a future together. I’m not husband material; I’m not even boyfriend
material.” Good times.

ANYWAY, we get lost. We walked through Adams Morgan which is the district many
many people have been telling me to find. Gotta say, it looks HOT. It was 9PM
at this point, on Thursday, and the streets were bumping already. She said
that this scene is what Georgetown used to be like before the preppies took
over. She told me more about the area and where she Salsa dances, etc. BUT…we
were still two communities away, way up north of the zoo (Mount Pleasant), and
we’d been walking on streets that she’d never taken. At one point we realized
(I do have a map) that we had walked like eight blocks the wrong way. I say,
“Well, that was north, now let me show you south!” She apologizes for not
knowing the area. I say, “I know your trick. First you get me tired and
overcome with fatigue; then you take advantage of me. Well it’s not going to
work.” She plays along and says, “What if I knock you unconscious.” Haha.
Well, I’m on guard….

So it’s a long-ass trek and the conversation and vibe never dies. She’s very
intelligent and witty and we have a wide rapport going. Finally we find her
place. She reminds me that I have vehicles all across the district. There’s
one little surprise at the house. Her roommate is out of town--she has already
told me this (green light)--but when we get there, her roommate’s boyfriend is
there in the living room. Meh… I got the impression that this guy cramped her
style or made her uneasy or something.

So we hang out in the basement instead of her room. It’s quite a nice little
house. First house I have been inside in DC anyway. I spend some time looking
at books and photos and all the stuff in the house. All the stuff in the
basement was her roommates. I just let my attention wander for awhile…

GS: “So…I heard you give great back rubs.”
HB: “I heard you have great pick-up lines.”
GS: “I thought we were beyond that. Besides, I don’t know the first thing
about pick up. I just say whatever comes out of my mouth and hope for the
best.”

I sit in front of her and she gives me a token back rub. I’m sweaty as shit
and I take my shirt off. Act a little shy and she continues until she says,
“My turn.” I give her a deep tissue like incredibly amazing back massage and
she’s moaning and shit. I whisper the following:

GS: You have to stop that.
HB: What?
GS: Making all those sensuous noises.
HB: Why?
GS: Because it’s turning me on too much.
HB: Well, I can’t help it. I’m an expressive person.
GS: Then I really shouldn’t hang out with you…because expressive women make me
want to do…incredibly hot and sensuous things.

Then I turn her head slowly and kiss her. She’s all into it. The foreplay is
amazing. Lots of massage and I verbalize how I am moving penetrating energy
through her. I ask her about her favorite sensuous food and bath vs shower and
kissing neck vs biting ears. I HATE having my ears bit and she bit me hard. I
stopped her and looked in her eyes and said “don’t ever do that.” She
apologizes. She also scratched the fuck out of my neck later on.

I told her the “three rules” to solidify consent and diffuse any last minute
resistance. This is how it came last night: “For us to have this and enjoy
this together (vague)…you have to accept certain rules… First, this is
win/win…for both of us to enjoy… and no one feels like they are being taken
advantage of (she smiles). Second, to show proper respect, we must use
protection (she shows a face of relief and nods). Finally, you have to
realize… that this is not about the act itself, but you want this because you
know it will be so intense and so passionate that just thinking about what
we’ve shared will leave you grinning and blushing for a week…with erotic
memories that you will cherish for the rest of your life.” And I kiss her
again.

We progress slowly and tease each other. Some oral action is involved. Neither
of us had a condom and she actually searches all over this room. “What
self-respecting AIDS activist doesn’t have condoms?” she remarks about the
roommate. She says, “We can either not do this, or we can be those shady
people that come into the convenience store at 1AM just to buy condoms.” I
say, “It’s cool. We’ve both shown amazing restraint tonight.” And I start to
get dressed. She looks disappointed and I remind her that she has to work
early and I ask her to take me to my car in Balston.

Reluctantly, she gets dressed and we head off. We take the long-ass loop of
495 over to 66 and reach the van at Harris Teeters. It’s like 1:30 and luckily
no tow, boot, or ticket. On the drive, we talked mostly about music and
concerts, and I rubbed her thighs once in a while to keep buying temperature
high. When we get to my van…

GS: “I want you to do me a favor.”
HB: “OK…within reason.”
GS: I take $1 out of my pocket and say, “Go get me a gallon of spring
water--house brand.”
HB; “Huh? Come with me.”
GS: “There’s something I want to show you, but I have to fix something first.
Go get some water…”
HB: “Oh, you want me to leave…” (she smiles)
GS: “Yep. Remember the Transformers? (she nods) My van is a Transformer; it
will look completely different when you get back…”

I give her a kiss and send her into the store. I move shit around in the van
and fix up the cushions and pillows. I run in and have time to piss and we
check out with the gallon of water together. I say, “Okay, you’re not going to
believe this!” and I open the door and jump in. She follows and I say, “Pretty
cozy huh?” She agrees.

So it doesn’t take long before were having passionate *protected* sex in the
grocery store parking lot. She tests the rigidity of my tool in her mouth
before impaling herself for a wild cowgirl ride. A deep dicking in missionary
is next. Then I fuck her doggie style with her full ‘n’ fleshy funbags flopping
against the van vinyl. We ride the wave of lust until we are both sweaty and
satisfied and the windows are covered with a dense film. She tells me how
incredible and amazing and lovely and unexpected the evening was. GoneSavage

Note—Some of the phraseology in that last part I borrowed from a porno mag. :)
Note—The next day, when I returned to Georgetown, my bike had been stolen. :(

as seen on Fast Seduction

GoneSavage: LR: PUA Tour: FL: If this van‘s a rockin’...

2005-08-03T14:26:00.001+02:00

This LR is actually from the first day I hit Orlando. The logistics of getting to a public computer during hours has delayed me writing it up. As such, I probably lost a lot of the details. My LRs are written mostly as personal documents. Maybe that mindset will change as I implement more technique and can better convey something transferable.

Some keys:
--being funny, playful, spontaneous, cocky
--using situational openers
--leading, assuming the sale
--just fucking going for it
--overcuming LMR, and then some
--settling for a 7 (hahahah!)
-- etc, etc

I was having a fun, high-energy day. This was the Tuesday, right after the Saturday bookstore-girl. I had about ten interactions, a couple of which I’m *sure* I could have number closed. But I was on this SDL (same day lay) quest and I wasn’t # closing. (Silly, since I ended up staying in Orlando for a week and probably could have followed up, at least tried, thus strengthening phone game.)

Anyway, I like to make a distinction between a SDL and an ONS. I think the difference is intention. Like, I want to meet a girl and bed her that day. That is my intention. It’s about time and escalating quickly. However, if I like her enough and want her companionship and intimacy again in the future, it won’t be an ONS. Like our instadate that led to an SDL will generate a post-lay Day2 in which I can do laundry and cook or we can go somewhere cool. If your INTENTION is to fuck and dump, you are seeking an ONS. This is about timing. As it may take more than one day to get that single fuck.

Anyway, this SDL was also an ONS – mostly because of the extreme amount of LMR that she gave me. Fuck acronyms and fuck my distinctions. I only do it for the KJs.

Anyway I was in this huge warehouse-style “Pottery” and décor place, on the prowl. I opened four women in this store (actually more counting small bits of conversation). I was kind of cycling among them. (Just found out that some call this “running short sets.”)

I was in a playful state and basically I was just teasing these women about what they were looking at or what was in their shopping carts. Asking them questions and misinterpreting their answers. Being fun and funny and spontaneous. Being me (when I’m in that one of my 27 personalities.)

These were actually openers in the store.
**“I saw you looking at frying pans for like half an hour. Which one did you decide on? I hope its quality because selecting a frying pan is like a woman’s third most important decision in her life…”

**”You must live in a dorm room. Only someone living in a dorm would put one of those silly poster-prints on their wall…”
**What the heck is that metal rack for? What would you do with that? Where would you put it?”

So with HBFryingPan, she told me about the one she picked out and this little piece that elevates it and holds it over the stove or some shit. I said, “No this is a hat. (And I put it on my head.) No, it’s one of those things you put around your dog’s neck to keep it from licking itself. (And I like tried to stretch my tongue back to my ass). She’s laughing. I say, “Make sure you wash that after it’s been on my greasy head.” And walk off. I come back with “I guess you are quite a cook. What’s for dinner…” type shit.

HBDormPoster, started qualifying herself saying that she was going to put the print in her bathroom, she really liked it, and she didn’t live in a dorm, etc. I said, “Well I think its kinda tacky, but it is your bathroom. Not everyone can afford fine art in their bathroom.” She’s laughing. I made fun of something else in her cart and walked off. I came back with “I still haven’t found a rich girl. What do you do?” type shit.

HBKinkyMetalRack says she was going to hang this thing in her bedroom. It’s some kind of coat rack. I’m like, “Ohhhhh, kinky huh!?! I know what’s up. You’re going to hang all your whips and chains and handcuffs from this. You probably have mirrors on your ceiling, huh?” She’s laughing. I saw, “You’re naughty. I can’t talk to you…” and walk off. I come back with “There’s this trunk over here that you’d like. You cam put all your sensual massage oils and uh…”toys” inside it. Check it out…” type shit.

So I would just cycle thtrough the store and come through with ridiculous stuff that I had found….like African masks, rug beaters, stupid statues, and a huge roll of carpet. The carpet one was funny cause I would act like they weren’t in the isle and then I’d turn and let the carpet hit them. Each time I’d come back and say stupid funny shit AND ask small-talk rapport questions about where they work and shit.

Anyway, these women were all sevens. HBKinkyMetalRack was in her thirties. But there was another girl that led to the lay.

I’m so fucking bored writing this. Time consuming. And I haven’t even introduced the lucky bitch! That’s it, I quit, no LR, just a FR, this sucks, I’m out, time to go PU. Bye.

The LR girl, let’s call her HBCandle, I opened like this:
GS: “Hey….don’t you recognize me.”
HB: Blank stare. “No.”
GS: “Well, didn’t you just walk down that isle?” (pointing)
HB: “Yeah…”
GS: “Well, then you should recognize me. Surely you recognize me! Are you kidding? Check this out. Come over here.”

I lead her back down the isle and say:
“Look at this! This is ridiculous! Can you believe this! Look at all these pictures of ME! This is incredible! How did they get these?”

She’s like OMG what a dork. Smiling. (For the dense KJs, it was an isle of mirrors.)

I keep it up like…

”Shouldn’t I be getting paid for these? Where is my royalty check? Where is my kickback? Isn’t there some copyright issue? How much money are they making off of my image????”

“Ohhhh…look at this one. This is a good picture. (strike a silly pose)…this is a good looking kid. This is my super-seductive sly glance. This is my surprise-candid-caught-unaware shot.” (moving up and down isle making stupid faces and giving them names.)

“You should get one of these. This one is a steal. Only $25.” And I put it in her buggy and leave to cycle the other chicks in this huge place.

Anyway, I came back with more stupid shit that I found. Made fun of shit in her shopping cart. Asked her rapport questions. Misinterpreted answers, teased her, asked stupid shit. Cycled again. Decided this would be the best target of the four HBs. I think one had already left. Lots of cocky and stupid and spontaneous shit and bits of rapport thrown in. Had her laughing and asking me questions and all that IOI shit.

I said, “Let’s find one of those big crates of pillows and jump in!” (I did and broke the wooden bottom of the container. Fat ass. She didn’t jump.) I had her push me full speed on the front of the cart. We went around asking people what some device was that we found. Playful stupid shit. I’m also asking where she lives and if she can cook and what she can cook and stuff like that. I’m hanging with her like we came in together. Of course I tell her I AM ON A ROADTRIP and I had just arrived and I was looking for something cool to do or someone who could point me to something cool. I teased her about her city being lame at first glance. She started talking about actually being from somewhere else, etc. We talked about stuff in the city like the attractions and theme-parks.

GS: “Where are we going to go next? Have you eaten?”
HB: “I have to go to class in half an hour.”
GS: “Where at?”
HB: blah blah
GS: “What are you studying”
HB: fluff
GS: “Hey, at your college, is there like a computer lab or a library with computers?”
HB: Yeah
GS: “Do you think I could go there and get online? I have all these emails I need to write.”
HB: Sure.

She goes to check out, buying some lame shit. I flirt with the girls over at Customer Service. It’s raining really hard. After the target checks out, I say, “Here, I’ll hold your stuff so it doesn’t get wet and you can go pull your car up to the front.” This makes little sense, but I am assuming the sale; like assuming that I am going somewhere with her.
She gets her truck, I stay completely dry (by now she is probably SOAKED all over), and I hop in and say “guess which car is mine.” She guessed my van, and I say, “well, drive me over there!” We sit in her truck, next to my van and talk about the CDs that I found in her car and my trip, etc. I tell her to burn me a mix of her favorite songs and she says OK. She reminds me of the class she has to go to.

I lean in and kiss her. Nothing tricky, just moved in slowly and kissed. Slow, passionate, open-mouthed kinda kiss.

Oh yeah, now she’s like, “I just kissed you and I don’t even know your name!” I say “I’ll tell you if you let me look in your purse. Just a peek, I’m not going to steal anything.” OK. I tell her my name. I open this up and there’s like six condoms (good sign) and I look in her wallet and get her name off her license. So now I use it without ever asking. Not a trick, or a power trip, of even solid game. Just stupid shit that I do. I don’t mention the obvious condoms, but tease her about other shit. Like makeup or a photo. I get her to put lotion on my hands; lubricated reverse-kino. Chicks always have lotion in their purse.

Anyway. She’s got to go and I say “I’ll follow you.” OK. Anyway, the college was a lot further away than she led me to think. And I made her extra late because I was driving so slow behind her so she had to go slow not to lose me. And it was pouring. This was a class at like 6:30 in the evening, BTW.

We park. She shows me the library and her class is in the same building. I’m set. I never asked how long the class was, so I was surprised by the time two hours had passed.

I even thought that maybe she lost buying temperature and dipped out on me. I went to the parking lot to make sure her truck was still there. Cool. It’s ON!

So, GoneSavage, why did you insist on following her, instead of just riding with her since you were already in her vehicle?

Good question, my aspiring PUA. LOGISTICS. I had already found out that she lived with her parents. (Post lay—found out she was nineteen.) SO…I NEEDED MY VAN AS THE CLOSING VENUE! (In retrospect, I probably could have considered an EMTY ROOM at the college.) But the van would do nicely, so when I went out to make sure her truck was still there, I tidied up the van. Threw out the used condoms and porno mags. Just kidding.

It’s still pouring outside. I’m on the computer. Finally she returns. I ask about the class. She actually missed a QUIZ because she was late, so I actually apologized on that one. Though not really my fault by any means. She said it was OK and rationalized that he would drop the lowest grade or something like that. It’s ON! So we head out, talking and laughing. It’s of course dark and still raining. I say something like, “I think that rain is so sensual…I love when I travel and I can hear the rain on the rooftop. It’s like being so close to nature; the elements. Like you’re right inside the rainstorm-storm.”

I slide the door, hop in, and then say, “Hop in.” Slightest hesitation, but she comes in. We talk about the rain, her classes, school, passions, blah blah blah. I’m holding her. It’s moderately comfortable in there. The rain does soud cool. I escalate and get LMR.

Like a shitload of LMR. Like *paused* thirty times. Some ridiculous number like that. Pause. One step back. Two Forward. Pause. Freeze-Out. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Over and over. Finally got her naked. She had a huge “wave” tattoo around her mound. And both nipples were pierced. Both naked. I put on a condom while I ate her out. She was aware. Pause. Stop. The LMR was almost entirely physical. Like no verbalizing –“I can’t” “We just met” “Not yet” or anything like that.

It was raining and very steamy in the van. Although I have tinted windows, we were both aware of the security-guard with his stupid blinking-light that kept roving around us. Ours were the only vehicles left in the lot. I was seriously ready to jus say, “Fuck it. This chick is not worth the amount of LMR.”

I wasn’t entirely sure what the issue was. She wasn’t verbal, and I didn’t want to go verbal and logical and ASK her what the issue was. I stopped pursuing and started looking for something.

HB: “What are you doing?”
GS: “I’m looking for a Sharpie. Look over there.”
HB: “What? Why?”
GS: “Here we go. I’m writing my email address down to make sure that you stay in contact with me. This is my email address, repeat it.”

And I wrote my email REALLY BIG IN SHARPIE ON HER LEG. She laughed.

I tried one more time and was in! I had to keep looking out the window for this security guard circling the parking lot. Like I couldn’t fuck her hard when this idiot was near because the van would shake in an obvious way. Maybe he knew what was going on. Who knows? But that was cool—in the van, in the rain, in the parking lot of her college, with this security-voyeur thing.

But the amount of time combating last minute resistance was LONGER that the time of the pick-up plus the sex added together! We drove off while the security dude was on the other side of the lot. He actually stopped away from us for awhile. We joked that he was jerking off. We drove up the road to a 24 hour restaurant and had a meal together. She emailed me saying she had a “wonderful time.” Love life, GoneSavage

GoneSavage: LR: PUA Tour: FL: Score at the Virgin-MegaStore

2005-08-03T14:23:00.000+02:00

I'm taking today to write up some recent events of the PUA Roadtrip Tour. I'll be heading to Atlanta for a week before making the trek north to Montreal for the Summit. Hopefully I will get to hang with the ATL lair.

Anyway, this LR (from Saturday) concludes my adventure in Orlando. Hopefully I will have time to also write up another LR, an outing report (with Defixon), and some interesting FU/SPs from the past week. (**The computer lab at this community college is closing early, so these will still be delayed.)

On with the story....

Friday I went to Downtown Disney which is basically a shopping/dinning/entertainment complex right outside Disney World. It's free to park and walk around and window shop. There are clubs and concert venues and theaters and lots of people. Seems mostly like a tourist and teen hangout.

I had met this particular HB from Ohio and we walked about and shared laughs. If making chicks laugh were the goal, I'd be on top of my game. Anyway, she was down here to see a guy friend and we eventually parted ways. But the socializing and connecting was fun.

I went into the Virgin Megastore and did a couple approaches in this high-energy state. Like, "Oh my god, I can't believe they have this CD! This is the best CD ever!" While picking up a lame CD and bugging the target about why she doesn't have it or hasn't heard of it or whatever.

After three of these approaches and no bites, I felt like a jack-ass. Decided to tone it down a bit.

This red-headed cutie comes in and I watch where she goes. She's looking for a particular artist and I can see a tattoo above her ass as she sways down the isle.

I walk up and stand next to her as she is picking up a CD. I pick up a different copy of the same CD and I look at it as if I am reading the track titles or something. She, of course, has noticed me in her proximity and sees that I picked up the same CD.

I turn to face her and say, "Hey, I just thought you were cute, so I wanted to see what CD you picked out. You know, like to see if we had musical taste in common. I'm GoneSavage." I extend my hand for the introduction. She has to switch the CD to her other hand to shake mine, smiles, and she tells me her name. Same name as the other chick I had just been hanging with. Interesting.

I say, "If you had picked out something really lame, I would probably just tease you. But this... this artist (Sarah Brightman) I have never heard of. Tell me about her."

So she tells me about how she has seen her so many times, how she saw the performance that was recorded in Vegas for the live CD, how I should give it a listen, etc. I say, "Cool, lets go find one of those listening stations and I'll check it out." And I take the CD and look for a station to scan it into and she follows me.

All the stations are occupied. I tell her to burn me a "super mega-mix" CD and she laughs and says OK. I ask her questions about where she works (actually in Disney World) and what she does and what she likes about it. One of her jobs is that she is a character -- Ariel, the Little Mermaid! She dresses as a mermaid and has her photo taken with visitors.
She tells me that she is obsessed with this character/movie. I ask if that is what her tattoo is of as well. She says yes.

(I'm thinking about anonymity in LR's. Like how we don't post the HB's names or details that would clue anyone into the specifics of the interaction. Hmm... I think I could leave out specific details, the story would be weak, and if she came across the community, she would still recognize a post about her. With that being said, I think I'll just email this to her. She can check it for accuracy.)

Anyway, she tells me that she is waiting for friends to meet her at the theater next door. I ask about the movie they are going to watch. A guy calls her to let her now he is there. Since her call was brief, and she now has her phone out, I just tell her to type in my number. She does. I tell her to call it. "Right now?"

"Sure, I need to make sure you typed it in right." My phone doesn't ring, and I say, "See..." And she suggests that it is because we are inside the store. We walk out, my phone rings, and I answer and chat (on the phone-while standing right next to her) like we are great friends. (Like, “Hey what’s up, where are you at?…”) She plays along.

She says, "There're my friends." It is a guy and a girl. She makes no move to introduce me.

HB: "So when are we going to hang out?"
GS: "How about tomorrow?"
HB: "Good, that's my day off!"
GS: "How about we meet around lunch time, I have plans later."
HB: "Well, I have to take my dog to the vet in the morning.
But I'll call you around 11:45."
GS: "OK. Nice to meet you. Enjoy your movie. We'll have fun tomorrow..."

(But you'll see that I wasn't congruent to anything above. I forgot she mentioned that she had a dog. I also gave up my night-game sarging to be with her. It was worth it.)

Day 2

She did not call at 11:45. BUT she DID call at 7:45PM. I didn't even bring it up. We had no solid plans so it wasn't like a flake. It was her idea to call me, whatever, no big deal either way. I wasn't needy or dependent on an outcome. Actually, I thought it was cool that she called at all. It's ON!

I'm just casual like, "Oh hey, good to hear from you, how was your day?"

I tell her that I am at this cool park. I walked the nature trail and saw alligators, tons of birds, and even an osprey swoop down and take a baby coot (its like a duck) off the water. (True.) So I am introducing themes of raw animalistic predation; kill or be killed. Hahaha… Maybe this is a DHV that would present me as observant, interested in nature, intelligent, etc etc. Then again, I was just relating my day.

But I also deliberately mentioned the ball fields and the like six games that were going on and all the people that were there. So she wouldn't think I was deliberately luring her to an isolated area.
I asked her if she had heard of the place. Nope. What's really interesting is that I tell her the road it is on and she's like, "I live off that road!" Quite a coincidence as this is a big city and this area is not that close to where she works. It’s ON!

Of course I tease her for living near this park and having never checked it out.

I invite her to come by and I remind her of all the people walking their dogs, etc. I ask her if she has a dog (silly of me because I did not remember her mentioning the vet visit—but she does not call me on it either) and I tell her to bring her dog along (I also then realized that I might have just complicated the logistics of closing.) But I wanted her to be comfortable to come here. She says okay. I look at this map I have (the reason I know about the park) and give her directions.

When she shows up, I'm reading a book. I wait until she is out of the car with the dog, etc, before I close the book and greet her.

I actually have to greet the dog first because it's yapping at me. It's a little Chihuahua. (Sorry hon, your dog is not as cute as I led you to believe.)

I give her a hug and I tell her about the sunset she just missed. How beautiful it was. And how it lit up the city's one skyscraper in the distance. How all sunsets are unique and she missed a really great one. Etc. etc.

I'm taking on this romantic frame, which some may find counterproductive to getting an ONS. But everything has been a "green light" so far and I still have to introduce the road trip and the fact that I am leaving in two days.

I lead her on a walk and we talk about her dog and the wildlife (maybe a DHV of intelligence, but it didn't really capture her attention).

She asks, "Do you always go up to random strangers and start talking to them?"

I said, "Yes...I mean you have to remember that every friend you now have was once a stranger. And because you opened up and allowed them inside, you found ways that they could enhance or enrich your life. I used to be fiercely independent, but I realized that to meet people that you really could connect with, you had to step outside the comfortable and take chances and just start talking. Don't you agree?"

She agreed. She asked about the book I was reading. I tell her it is about living in the moment and how the present moment is all we ever have. How we have to make NOW the focus of our lives. How we have to accept and embrace whatever is right in front of us.

And I tell her about the road trip and that I was unsatisfied with where I was at and that I wanted to see and be and do more. So I hit the road. She seemed interested. I told her how the van is just a practical and comfortable way to allow me to be wherever. I was generally pretty light on the C&F, but I did say, "Play your cards right, and maybe I'll give you a tour."

Then I said, "But I have to give you the trust test." (This is a small piece of TECH that I picked up on mASF lately.) If there is any objective truth to the trust test, she passed 100%. I said, wow perfect score I like that, and then I explained each step to her. Which meant we got to do it again.

So we just keep playing with the dog and talking and Defixon calls. (Sorry we couldn't hang and you were house-ridden. Hope nothing is terminal with your car!) I take the call, tell him that I am hanging with my "new best friend" (she laughs), that I am stealing her dog, and I remind him that I am leaving soon, like maybe the next day. Mostly to reinforce that point with this girl. So it was a bit of social proof and allowed me to prove congruence to the road trip story. Thanks bro.

So our walk was no more than an hour. I also teased her about her job and used that as callback humor. Like saying, "There you are in Fantasyland again.” Or when she called the lake/swamp/marsh a "mote" I was like, "Mote? Listen to you! You think you've got this fantastic castle surrounded by a mote and your own wizard who put a spell on Prince Charming for you!" She loved this stuff. Fun girl.

I also teased her about the Ariel "shrine" that she described her apartment as being. With all this merchandise and memorabilia from The Little Mermaid. I mean she came to Orlando and became “the little mermaid” because of this obsession she has had since childhood. (Seems odd, but look at the obsessions in the community.)

I asked her if her bed was in a big scallop shell and if there were pearls and treasure chests all around. This was funny and it led to talking about Fantasy Suites. Which are hotel chains in NV and CA where you can rent the Jungle Room and the Space Room and the Underwater Room and shit.

When we got back to the cars, I just said, "I have to see this Ariel Shrine; I just hope you don't have the soundtrack playing continuously." She says, "Ok, follow me..."

So, it's ON! I was intentionally holding off the kiss close. Relaxed and relished certainty. We connected some more at her house. She gave me the tour and I pilfered through the fridge and the cabinets. Concerning the obscene amount of mermaid stuff, I teased her on some items and complimented her on a couple. I got her to sing a song from the movie. ("I'll do something really sweet and affectionate if you sing for me.") I got some more value points (like I needed them—It’s ON!) by knowing of this performance she was part of in North Carolina call The Last Colony. ("No one ever knows what THAT is!") Another value point by suggesting that she go to Weeki Wachee Springs -- the last attraction with live underwater mermaid shows. ("Yes, I love that place!")

As we were sitting on the couch together, with her little dog, I told her to cover the dog's eyes. Why? I smiled and said, "Because the little fucker keeps looking at me. And I'm about to kiss you. This should be a private moment." Great kiss. Then I joked around about a threesome with this dog because it wouldn't leave us alone. Then I made out with the dog. Fun times.

Also, I started with the "hijacked my brain" campaign. Saying things like: "You make me feel strange inside." "Don't look at me like that, it’s turning me on. Stop." "I feel like you've put a spell on me."

GS: "You seem so real and genuine, what's your catch. What's your secret."
HB: "No secret. What's yours?"
GS: "I'm gay. I shouldn't be feeling this way for you."
GS: laugh and kiss

So, I'm trying to minimize the possibility of LMR as we are making out. She pushed my hand away from the golden zone once. I stopped myself more times than she stopped me. I almost took it too far. Really.

I said, "we should stop" and she pulled me up and toward the door! OK. I made two steps toward the door, turned, grabbed her, held her face, and kissed her again.

GS: "Do you believe in fairytale romance?"
HB: shakes head yes
GS: "Do you want that with me?"
HB: shakes head yes
GS: wall-slam-make-out-hand-down-pants-session

I led her to her bedroom, lit a candle, and put her in Fantasyland. Kept her there for hours.

Kept thinking about having sex with an actual mermaid. You know, like, how do you get to it when there are no legs to spread? Does she lie there like a fish out of water or flip around a lot? Does she smell like fish?

Love life.
GoneSavage

The next day we got together and made dinner and I got to do laundry and take a shower. Ahhhhh…. I’m starting to think that, in my road-trip-reality, sex is just another shit-test that I have to pass to get cleaned and fed….

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GoneSavage: LR: PUA Tour: Florida: Banging a Bookstore Babe

2005-08-03T14:22:00.000+02:00

4/23. It's very interesting that the things I took the time to clarify and
write down for myself yesterday (in journal-not posted), manifested the very
next day. Specifically the fact that I wanted to connect with a woman for
intimacy and then treat her to my companionship in a park or natural setting.
Life is great.

This post details a rewarding SDL (same day lay) that made use of the
following:
--relaxed and relished certainty of all desired outcomes
--demonstrating high value, verbalizing low value
--situational opening, using spontaneous situational props
--being cocky and funny, teasing
--genuine rapport, sharing, and comfort building
--being honest and up front about the road-trip
--venue changing
--avoiding LMR
--etc, etc

After a full Saturday of retail PU (specialty stores, department stores,
grocery stores, streets and parking lots, everything but a 'mall'), I was
stoked and ready for college-town-Saturday-night-life.

Being homeless, I have to go to public bathrooms to do stuff like wash my face,
shave, fix my hair, etc etc. It was already after 10pm, and about the only
thing open with a semi-private somewhat-clean bathroom was a large chain retail
bookstore. So I roll into the bathroom, shit, and clean up a bit. I was going
to go back to the van and change from a t-shirt to one with buttons and a
collar before I hit the town. But I didn't get that chance.

I come out and wonder what kind of girl would be in a bookstore on a Saturday
night. And there she was. Cute, big dark eyes, dark hair, about 5-4, solid 7.5.
Of course she's in the self-help section. It's ON!

I've done about fifty or so high-energy approaches today. With mixed results;
but mostly positive in some way. Put in like nine hours, and was feeling good,
but READY for nightlife. I had about five SOLID interactions that were so ON
they really deserve their own post.

So here's this cutie. I roll up standing right across from her on the other
side of the book shelf. Only our eyes and the tops of our heads can be seen to
one another. Nowadays, I usually just say the first thing that comes to my
head, like something fun/funny/imaginative that is situational or a mild
compliment.

So I just say, "Hey....Why are you in the self-help section? Are you as
messed-up as me?"

Sounds corny -- and it is. But I have a sly smile and I deliver it slowly and
deliberately and directly and squint my eyelids and smile really big at the
end.

She gives me a bright-eyed stare, drops her jaw, smiles, and finally says, "I
can't believe you said that!" I maintain EC and keep smiling until I soak in
this whole reaction. Immediately, she starts rationalizing and saying, "I don't
need help! I just...Uh...I don't hang out in bookstores on Saturday night!'
Etc, etc. By now I walk to her side of the shelf and I pick up a book near her,
read the title aloud and picked a page a read a passage out loud. I say, "Uh,
boring...good luck." I smile at her and walk off, one isle away to "Sexuality."

She doesn't follow but she's one isle away and I pick up this sex book with
great nude photos and I open it up and hold it over the shelf at her and say,
"Look at this smut, can you believe they sell this stuff here?" I put that one
down and picked up a different one and look all interested and I say, "People
keep telling me about sex. I figured I should try it. I have no idea where to
begin. I hope its something you can do by yourself. WTF, all these pictures
have two people. So sad... " No EC with her, just looking at the book, like I'm
a super-clueless virgin. I look over the bookshelf at her and say, "This
self-help stuff is no good, meet me over in Travel."

I head over and I think she came a bit closer and I say, "Where would you go if
money weren't an issue." She says Australia. She's in the section with me now.
I say cool and start looking for a book. She has some more laughs when I keep
looking in the wrong sections. She's like, "No, that's Europe." "No, that's
Latin America." I pick up an Australia book and I flip through it and say, "No
pictures... I really can't read very well." And I put it back. Actually, at
this point, I lay off the direct EC and direct BL. She's chasing.

I asked her the furthest she's been from home. She starts naming all these
places...Bahamas, Dominican Republic, Hawaii, etc, etc.

GS: "Well, have you ever been to [park in town]?"
HB: "No."
GS:"Are you kidding? It's like ten miles away. It's SO cool! I can't understand
people who travel all over searching, when there's beautiful and amazing things
right in front of them!" (This is a bit of a challenge and SS inspired). So how
can you afford to go to all these places anyway?"
HB: "Well, most people would say I am a spoiled brat."
GS: "But YOU would say...."
HB: "I would just say I'm not independently wealthy."
GS: "So you are DEpendently wealthy, in other words...a spoiled brat!"
GS: "At lest now we know, when we go out, who'll be paying... your parents!"
HB: [laughs]

Then we began CONNECTING by actually talking about our travels. I talked about
my trips out west and hikes through the desert and national parks and she
talked about the Caribbean and beaches, etc. I use descriptive languaging and
allude to my adventurous, spontaneous, and exciting life. I introduce that I am
currently on a road trip and we talk about things to see in different parts of
Florida. Found out she is 20 and what she studies in school. I asked her about
her hobbies and if she can cook. Found out she has her own place.

HB: So how long are you in town?
GS: Just the weekend, I was about to go downtown and see what kind of adventure
I might find."
HB: Oh, so why are you in here?
GS: Honestly...I had to take a shit and it's the only place open. Then I saw
you looking for some self-help so I decided to help myself. Just kidding.
HB: You're so bad! Do you always come to bookstores to meet women?
GS: I wish I knew how to meet women! I'm terribly shy."
HB: Yeah you strike me as being really shy!

Finally, she asked my name and I said I would tell her if I could glance in her
purse. I told her I didn't want to rummage through it just have a peek. She
quickly looked through it herself then said okay. She kept her wallet and some
little notebook. Absolutely nothing interesting. But as I was looking in her
purse, she started looking in her wallet. "Oh look, I have a gift certificate
for a free pizza at X...." She said it in a low tone, as if speaking only to
herself.

So, I tease her again about being in the bookstore on a Saturday night and she
teases in turn. I walk her back to the Self-Help section and I grab a couple
books. Ironically, in the first book, upon the page I opened to, it was
advising that to get over a break-up or something, you should take yourself on
a date. It was really funny because it said to go to a bookstore or cafe or the
beach alone. I teased her about doing this stuff because it all seemed to be
describing her or the stuff she talked about. Then, it advised going out to eat
somewhere nice by yourself and writing yourself a thank-you note and sending
yourself flowers the next day. We CONNECTED by both making fun of how terribly
lame you would have to be to follow this advice. Of course, I DO send myself
flowers often and I write myself a thank-you note every time I masturbate.

I said, "Hey let's go sit down." The other book I grabbed sealed the deal. This
shit was so funny. I picked up "How to Succeed With Women" by Ron Lewis and
David Copeland. I was reading her some of the advice. She had something clever
to say about each entry. My favorite was this list of things to do before a
date. It was a huge list of shit like: shower, brush teeth, clean car, prepare
questions, etc, etc. I'm reading it like...didn't do that, didn't do that,
definitely didn't do that. It was really funny because I had actually NOT done
any of that stuff. Especially all the hygiene/appearance stuff. I really should
go back and copy down the list.

We were also reading the stuff to do on the date like "looking in her eyes a
little too long" and complimenting her. So I did these things in really
misconstrued ways. The book is like "touch her three times." And I'm like, I
guess they mean like this...and I pinch her or squeeze her of something. Maybe
they mean...and I do some other barely-intrusive kino. If it said to ask her
something like, what's romantic for you, I would just read the question and
then turn to her and ask her. Good times. We had some genuine CONNECTION when
we read advice like carrying a hand-puppet to get the attention of women, etc.
WFT, right? Anyway the book was a great spontaneous way to help us connect. I
know it sounds like I had her from the start, but as we sat there looking at
this book, making fun of the advice, and still trying it out, her physiology
and demeanor completely opened up. Thank you Ron and David.

We had been in the store about 45 minutes and they were announcing the
15-minutes-till-closing. I pulled the trump card I had been saving, "Let's go
get that pizza." We walk outside and I say where are you parked, to indicate
that she'd drive. While we are at her car she's says, how do I know you're not
a serial killer? I say, how do I know you're not? As she drives, we just talk a
bit about the city and music, and my trip.

By the time we get to the restaurant, it's eleven. I say they look closed. Are
you sure? They definitely look closed. Let's cook something. Ok. It's really
late for dinner. I'm actually thinking that maybe we'll get the food to cook
and just cook it the next day. We decide on stir-fry. She buys the stuff. Good
times.

Here's another VLV/DHV thing for me. I like to qualify girls to see if they
can/will/like to cook. Then, after they buy the food, I end up cooking. And I
describe what I am doing like I'm some kind of chef. I really am killer in the
kitchen. At least with a microwave.

So I cook, she talks about this music system she has and gives me a tour of the
house. Relaxed and relished certainty. I never even went for the kiss. Kino was
like really minimal. Honestly, I'm really just excited to be having a real meal
on a plate with some silver ware. And I cooked it. Hell yeah, life is good.

After we eat and play with her two pups and just talk and bond. I lead her to
the bedroom. We kiss. Very nice and passionate. I touch all over outside her
clothes her an let the anticipation build. I'm getting no resistance. I suspect
I will eventually if I don't make some up. So I freeze myself and say. "We
should stop. We're moving to fast." She says OK.

I'm sitting there holding her wondering if I really should. Like what if I feel
used in the morning. I don't want her to think I'm a slut, you know? She says,
"I want you to stay. I can make you a spot on the couch is you like." I say,
"That would be nice. I'm worried about my car. I don't want it to get towed."
She says, "I don't think they'll tow it," etc. I say, "how about we go get it
and I follow you back here." So we get my car.

When we got back, we found ourselves in bed and it was amazing. Very passionate
and hot. Incredible.

Could add to post: sex statements, stuff we did the next day, interaction as I
had to leave, "in love" email she sent that night.

Good times. Love life. GoneSavage

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Dimitri: One-Minute Number Closing

2005-08-03T13:42:00.000+02:00

Gentlemen,

I received an email today (well, a few days ago actually, but I just got home
from working) asking me about quick # closes. Well, I just wrote back, but then
I realized at the end that it's almost presentable as a post. I wrote it pretty
informally and didn't edit it except a quick once-over, but I hope someone on
here can get something from it. The thing driving the concept is the fact that
you're an attractive guy: I guess I should also add "Being and Becoming
Attractive", a recent post I made in Advanced, as supplementary reading to
helping a tech like this work.

So here it is, my friends. Enjoy!

***

Hey !

How you doing, man?

I'm smiling over here from ear to ear. I just finished working with a student
earlier today, and I taught him very fast approaches and got him doing them
with some success. I hope he builds on it and becomes really good at it, but I
do find it a little funny to come home and see this question in my inbox. :)

Anyway, it's not all that difficult. The basic format goes something like this:

"My God... I wish I had time to talk to you. You're so beautiful and classy...
but I've got to go meet my friends."

I smile sadly, and let her reply. She almost always thanks me very much, some
of them start completely and totally glowing.

I let her say whatever, then I go:

"Tell you what: Let me grab your number and I'll give you a ring later. If we
get along on the phone, maybe we'll go hang sometime."

Really high close rate. Actually, it's easier to kiss them once on the lips
after this one than it is after slightly longer sets sometimes (or so it seems
to me: Maybe I just play quick numbers a lot harder).

These numbers really are quite decent. I've slept with girls off of them. One
girl, in a city I don't get up to much, I got her number when Woodhaven and I
were practically running out of a train station.

This was like a year ago, but I never make it out to see her. I've only talked
to her five or six times for a while since then, but she remembers me *every
time*. She invited me over to her place at one point, but I wasn't in town. In
fact, when I call her, sometimes she calls back. And this a very, very
beautiful girl, man. I don't even bother doing this if I'm in a hurry with a
girl who isn't really beautiful.

So there's that. I recommend substituting what you like about her and what
you're doing for my example. "My God... I wish I had time to talk to you.
You're so [what you like about her]... but I've got to go [do what you're in a
hurry for]." Pause, let her reply. "Tell you what: Let me grab your number and
I'll give you a ring later. If we get along on the phone, maybe we'll go hang
sometime."

Flaking isn't a problem. These numbers are *always* real (occasionally she'll
say she's flattered, but can't because she has a boyfriend: but I've never
gotten a fake number like this). You DO have to talk to her before you ask her
to go hang out. You need to get to know her a little, see if she's actually
cool, etc. But they're good numbers.

I'd recommend Woodhaven's post "The Transition to Natural Game" for more on
this. He says one of the things that inspired him to come up with the
Contintuous Flow of Action concept was how fast I could get good numbers...
totally not in line with some ASF dogma.

Don't worry about getting 20 minutes. You need to smooth, confident, and cool,
and strike a good impression. But to make an example: If Brad Pitt were to walk
up to a woman and say, "Wow, I really like your look, but I don't have time to
talk to you right now. Let me grab your number and maybe we'll talk later",
would she hmm and haww?

If you're not Brad Pitt, that's okay: You can become very attractive yourself,
by working your bodylanguage, speaking patterns, style, and so on. The drive
behind getting a quick number is not the actual words: Though the words are
pretty close to optimal, they don't do much without the right attitudes and the
external manifestations of those attitudes.

I don't have any audio available at this time. I see why you'd want it: The way
I say words are as important as the words you say. Maybe we'll get a chance to
talk sometime, though.

Thanks for dropping me a line, man. All the best to you.

Dimitri

PS: It wasn't my intention to write something that'd be capable of being a good
post, but it... worked out that way, I suppose. I hope you don't mind that I'm
going to slap this up on ASF, because I like to let everyone learn from what I
have to say. I won't mention your personal details or otherwise give up your
info, just want to share this with the world. Thanks again for the line, hope
this answers your questions.

Dimitri rapidsocialimpact.com

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Dimitri: How to avoid taking your game into a dead end.

2005-08-03T13:41:00.000+02:00

THE PROCESS:

Step 1) Guy is not having success with women. He is lonely and/or alternatively has just been heartbroken by former love.

Step 2) Guy searches desperately for resources on how he can find a girlfriend.

Step 3) Guy finds ASF. Is Amazed. Starts reading everything.

Step 4) Guy gets reindoctrined with "ASF ideals" of fast sex and largely abandons his original goal.

Step 5) Guy is free of many of society's beliefs, but still not happy.

I'd say that sums up about 80% of what happens to guys in the community. And why?

No goals. No ideals to shoot for.

After you've found this resource, be careful what you buy into. There's a bias on here against monogamy and exclusive relationships.

There's a bias in Western society towards monogamy and exclusive relationships (or at least that's the party line, anyway).

Okay, so what do we have on our hands? A lot of gentlemen whose views are now diametrically opposed to society's views. Who have some skills, but an incomplete picture of all social skills. Who don't necessarily know what they want, other than what they absolutely don't want.

How do we move beyond this?

First, figure out what you want. FORGET what other people think. That includes society, friends, parents, et cetra. If you want a harem, go for it.

But it ALSO means forget what ASF/counter-culture/players think. If you want to find a good wife, get married, and raise children, don't let ASF stop you.

The thing you need is to get educated in what works. ASF is decent at teaching a lot of things, but many things fall through the cracks. As a quick example, many styles of "game" for opening/beginning situations are horrible at converting girls to loyal girlfriends later. But that's not what this post is about.

No, what this is about is getting what you want. And to get what you want, you need to KNOW what you want.

Then, here's what you do. You give it as much as you can, becoming the man that would have that, and knowing the things that a man that would have it would know. You learn what you need to know and you practice the skills that you need to practice.

You go out looking for what you want, and you trust your instincts and skills once you find it. You give it your best effort, and then, remember this, my friends, the most important part:

YOU THEN LET GO OF WHAT HAPPENS!

You might get what you want this time, you might not. But you work as hard as you can, but you then nod to yourself knowing you gave it your best. If it's an ongoing project, you keep going out. If you didn't succeed, you analytically look at the results.

But you tried, and by God, that's better than what 99% of the world will ever do. Nobody goes after their dreams. And I'm here to tell you all, straightup, that every time I believed I'd get something, and worked as hard as I could to make it happen, it happened.

I only feel directionless when I don't set goals. When I set goals, I have something to shoot for and to achieve. The community here has some tools available for you, but no one can dictate to you what you really want. Figure that out for yourself, then set to it and it'll be yours.

This isn't just inspiration. Actually DO IT! Hell, reply to this thread or start a new one in General with what you want. Just a quick note if you're not entirely sure yet. "I like French girls, and I'd like to have a French lover." Good! You can elaborate later, figuring out exactly what you want. Just get started.

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Dimitri on the Gunslinger Walk

2005-08-03T13:40:00.000+02:00

Note: I'm about to talk about some stuff that's pretty crazy, and as far as I can tell, hasn't been seriously addressed on ASF before.

That said, this isn't your answer. If you're not living a life you enjoy, with a cool social life and as much sex as you'd like - this isn't the answer. Focus on being positive, confident, and happy. Get some results, then maybe give this a read.

Alright, that said, I've made some observations over the past couple years. I've noticed that people walk in a certain way that's extremely indicative of their value.

Basically, in short: People move out of the way of people they perceive as higher value than themself.

A quick list would include: Very beautiful women, people obviously very wealthy, taller people, very athletic people, big people in any capacity, people that look dangerous, and people that look like they command respect.

Now, most of those you can't easily become. I mean, good luck becoming a "very beautiful woman", guys. Likewise, becoming very wealthy isn't something you decide is time to do this weekend.

But you CAN look like you command respect, and to a lesser extent, you can look dangerous if you want to.

Me, I first noticed these things when I'd go out peacocked. When I heavily decked myself out, EVERYONE would move out of the way for me. *EVERYONE*

Extremely beautiful women would get out of my way. So would tall guys, ripped guys, businessmen, whatever. Then the clothes would come off, and people didn't move out of my way any more. In fact, I noticed that *I* was moving for people.

So, I decided to get to the bottom of it. What was I doing differently, and what were others doing differently when I was all dressed up?

Well, people were hesitant to make eye contact with me when I was dressed up. They slid out of the way as I passed through. It seemed like I held my head higher and my shoulders broader, and I strutted more.

Through a pattern of people moving for me, I'd become accustomed to it and EXPECT it.

So, I tried something crazy. I dressed very down for a day, and tried walking the same way I would when I was in some rhetro-crazy outfit. Results were interesting: Some people moved out of my way, some did not.

I kept playing with it, and I'm blushing a little as I write that I actually ran into some people. I was experimenting and playing around with getting people out of my way, and through the course of it, I started noticing the little patterns that got people to move.

First, the basics of bodylanguage: Chin up, eyes looking forward all the time. I don't "look around" when I'm in an area... I let my peripheral vision take things in, so I don't look like a starry-eyed tourist. No matter where I am, I'm not getting pegged as an easy mark by thieves and other miscrits.

I scan and evaluate everywhere I go. I'm looking for beautiful women, people that seem interesting, and trouble. The whole time, I'm usually wearing a slight knowing smile. I make eye contact with almost everyone, including guys a foot+ taller than me that were representing some gang.

I wouldn't be standoffish. Just neutral as I did this.
Arms by my side, slow walk. Like a gunslinger... women have actually been able to recognize me from my walk, from behind, with me in generic clothes... One girl recognized me from behind six months after she'd last seen me, and my hair was a different color and much shorter, and I was wearing winter clothes that she'd never seen me in before.

Anyway, imagine Clint Eastwood. Slow, deliberate, dangerous movements. That's the basic idea behind my walk, though I've unexagerrated it a bit recently.

Arms pushed out a little bit, the way a ripped guy would. I learned that part from when I used to be cut myself, and even though I'm not in incredible shape any more, I remember what it used to be like. Watch a bodybuilder's arms sometime for the general idea.

Okay, so I've got good bodylanguage, and I walk slowly and deliberately. I scan crowds and make incidental eye contact with a lot of people. I never look down sunkenly, and rarely look around in a daze.

Now, getting people to move for you: Never move tentatively. Always pick a point and walk directly to it. If you're not sure exactly the best way to get where you're going, completely stop and think out your course, then start moving again.

Take up space. The Croatian crew has definitely repped this before, and it's very true. I don't go out of my way to artificially take up space, but I definitely don't try to minimize myself.

The next part's going to seem a little standoffish, so calibrate. Make sure you're getting some basic respect before you try this.

One thing I noticed that high-value people will do when they expect someone to move for them- and something I caught myself doing- was half-stepping towards a person that you expect to move. Like, if two people are passing each other:

PERSON**** ****PERSON

So one of them's going to need to move a tiny bit. A low-value person will try to move completely out of the way. A mid-value person will move halfway out of the way. A high-value person will actually make a step TOWARDS the other person, very subtly, and watch the person cede even MORE space to them, and move MORE than they otherwise would have.

The full stop: If you and a person are walking head on into each other, say, you've just come through a doorway and they're about to go through it.

One thing someone with high value will do is just COMPLETELY STOP. Then the other person will have to slink around them. After they've moved enough out of the way, the person with high value will continue on his way.

Cut 'em in half: I've noticed that people of very high value will walk right through a group of people of lesser value. Like, if there's a group of four average girls walking down the street, a guy that thinks very highly of himself will usually walk right through the group instead of going around.

Traffic direction: I've definitely seen this and done it. One thing a guy of high value will do is subtly "direct traffic" sometimes. He'll hold his hands up to stop people. If he wants someone to go through a door before him because he's being polite, he'll make a sweeping "go ahead" gesture with his hand.

Slow it down: When in doubt, slow down MORE, not less. If you're moving slowly, the other person is responsible for fixing the situation before you are. Most people aren't confident, and want to resolve a potentially jarring situation quickly. If they almost run into someone, they speed WAY up. What you should do is slow WAY down, be unbothered by it all.

If you're running into people, you're doing it wrong. I definitely went through that phase when figuring this shit out, but if you project the image that you're to be respected and that you shouldn't be fucked with, people should be moving.

Now, for me, it's all become subconscious. I'm not thinking about manipulating people's walking patterns as I move around through the world. It's all who I am: Most people move for me. If someone doesn't, no big deal, I move gracefully and keep my stride.

The biggest application for PUA's with this is to not move for beautiful women. The woman's not even going to think consciously about it, but you're going to be letting her know on a subconscious level that you're of very high value.

On the off chance you do crash into someone while learning, just smile and apologize. If they linger, it's okay to pat them on the back or shoulder, just do it respectfully. If the person really starts to get heated, and they're thinking they're of the gangster variety, something like, "Hey, my bad, man. No disrespect intended" in a solid, unwavering voice has always been enough to resolve the situation for me. It gives them an out to keep their manliness, but doesn't show weakness that they can attack.

There's little applications to this everywhere. I've definitely noticed something similar on the subway in Boston. See, I love people and all, but I don't like people in my space unless they're someone I've got love for. So, I used to move a little bit over when a random person would sit too close to me on the train.

Wrong move. The person would invariably move into the space I just vacated, and now they'd still be intruding into my space: And I'd have less space to be sitting in.

Now, as soon as I sit down on a train, I take up all my space, and don't move for *anyone* (exceptions being the elderly, handicapped people, and pregnant women: I'm 'alpha' and whatever, but I'm not a total dick). Anyway, this cavalier attitude of owning the train is enough to have people respect my personal space and not try to intrude on it.

You can definitely have fun playing with this stuff, or even just using it to observe people and peg their value and self-esteem.

Also, a last, cool note: Ever seen a romantic story where two people start both trying to move for each other repeatedly, and one of them makes a joke about how they're dancing, then they wind up dating?

It actually happens. Reason being, both people think the other one is of higher value, so they both think they're getting a catch. This is mostly a subconscious thing, but that combined with the moment of mandatory interaction from the "dancing"... it actually happens.

Make sure you get the basics going on before you even think about this. This is a little thing you can play with after you've got a solid foundation, and is by no means the holy grail. But if you've got some good results going on, you can definitely work on your walking patterns. If you're going to be seeing me in person sometime coming up, feel free to ask for a little demo. It's some crazy stuff to see.

Dimitri http://rapidsocialimpact.com

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